The Room

a short story i wrote in my lesure time...

Short fictional story:

 

-THE ROOM-

 

 

My bedroom door was ajar. This was unusual considering I locked it. My first instinct was to close my door, but my gut told me to stay in bed. My gut told me there was something out there and just to forget the whole thing. My body began to shiver with an unshakeable tremor. I began to smell an odd but distinct odor. Like a black plume of rotting wood and the passage of time hovering above my head. Then conmen sense took hold. There couldn’t be anything out there… im alone in an old house that has been abandoned for years. With not a neighbor or highway for miles, im hear, by myself in a no mans land….

 After these reassuring thoughts, my courage grew stronger and I stepped out of bed to close the door. The hard wood floor was cold. My shiver increased with every step towards the door and my bear feet began to stiffen from the cold as they adjusted to the temrature. Halfway to the door I found some sort of a spherical metal object. It shimmered in the dim moonlight that came through my bedroom skylight. Picking it up I examined the specimen with a sort of half asleep clumsiness. My eyes grew wider and my mouth dropped open. I realized the object was my door knob. It had been silently been torn from the wood of the door and tossed in my direction without my noticing. Running to the door I saw that it to have been ripped from its hinges and it lay on the floor in a tattered disrepair.

 I ran to my bed lamp. Franticly feeling around for the switch, my fingers fumbled around the precipus to locate the on off mechanism. Finally, I stumbled over the switch that activated the lamp. CLICK… CLICK CLICK… nothing. Frustrated, I swung my hands and hit it clear across the room and it landed, or broke, with loud shatter. It fell into a position where I could just see the end of the power cord. Or, where it should have been. Under closer examination, I found that the cord had been cut in the middle, and the end was still dangling in the electrical socket.

 Realizing that it had obviously been tampered with I vaulted to my dresser, and reached for my 38. Revolver. Pulling the weapon out, I clenched the firearm tightly in my hands and lowered it to my shoulder. I cautiously tip toed to the door and slowly backed up to the wall and positioned my self ready to attack any thing around the corner. Hesitantly, I counted down in my head to spring from my hiding place and strike. 3…2…1… I leaped out from where the door should be and aimed the gun full length out into the darkness.

 I looked down. Before me was a tall ominous stairwell that seemed to go on into oblivion. This had not been here before, and this was obviously not my house. Disturbed at this sight, I ran down the stairs in an indescribable terror. I ran through a clearing and tripped on some broken wood. I fell to the ground with a heavy thump. Still holding my gun in my right hand, I slowly began to stand up and regain my balance.

 Only adding insult to injury, it seemed I had fallen into the same room I ran out of. My room. Disorientated, my vision began to blur and my world began to spin around with in a demented vertigo that you experience during a concussion. Confused, and desperate for answers, I swore to whatever was listening and discharged two rounds into the air. BANG BANG was the last thing I hered before I fell to the ground and my world began to fade away.

 I awoke in my bed and saw that it was about 8:00 in the morning. The sun was rising and a warm ray of light slowly creped into my room through the skylight. As it did, I saw that my door was still intact and my lamp was in perfect order. I grasped my temples and fought a raging headache. I felt sad, and alone. And perhaps a little perplexed… Falling back into my pillow, I sighed and realized it was only a bad dream.

 

 

The end

  

Written, revised and edited by: Nathan Cooley

Author's Note

at the time of this selection's composure, i was typing on a keyboard that was hardly larger than the paperback "harry poter" so, please bear with me in the way of gramacorical errors.

Reviews

[nighttimesnoozer]

its a small story its a story if i was a mean gal i would not think nothing of it
but instead i read it i liked it cause it looked small but it really did tell me a story im happy to have read this im happy

good story!!