THE DOOR

THE DOOR

A Story by Lillie Sneed
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A journey into nowhere.

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THE DOOR

 

I’m sitting here with my back to the wall in this white room because what was stalking me in the real world has now gotten into this room. I don’t see where it is but, I can feel it. At night I can see a slit in the wall opposite where my bed sets. Each night it is gets wider. It’s just a matter of time before whatever is behind that wall comes through. Then I will have to make a decision. Do I run through that door when it comes through into my room or do I lay down and die? God only knows what will happen and I will know soon.

I opened my eyes last night and I saw it creeping back thru the door. I thought I was dreaming until I walked across the floor. There was prints made in black on my floor. They just disappeared into the wall where the door was. When the nurse came in with my breakfast this morning, she didn’t seem to see anything. Am I losing my mind? Only time will tell.

Time is a marvelous thing. It can make a person want to spend the rest of his or her life living to the fullest they can. But, on the other hand time can make one wish it was over. End it myself? That sounds easy, sure it does. But, there are some who can not do that.

I have tried and now for all my trying, I am in a room where all the walls are padded. There is no color, no windows, only one door that all people can see. And then there is the other door that is slowly developing on the other side of the room. And the thing that is behind that door is now coming into my room as I sleep. What’s going to happen when it comes in when I am not sleeping?

It is dark and the door is opening. I am not asleep but, and pretending to be. I will run through the door as soon as it comes into my room. I have to be fast enough to get past it. It doesn’t seem to have very long arms. I will get past it, through the door and who knows where. Maybe there is somewhere better than this room with the white walls. Maybe freedom from a mind that is closed to everyone, even myself. Even myself.

It was around midnight when the door opened. The door made no sound but, I could see where the white wall had grown a crack. I watched as the crack got wider and wider. When the door was opened as far as it would go. I watched as it crept into my room. I sprang to action when it was two feet from my bed. At first it was startled, it wasn’t sure what was going on. I ran around it as it’s arms reached in my direction but the adrenaline and being scared boosted my speed and I ran through the door just as it’s fingers brushed the back of my neck. I heard it yell in rage as it realized I had escaped. The hall behind my white padded wall was pitch black. I could feel the wall as I ran. The walls were cold and slimy but, I no longer cared. I was more concerned with the sound of it as it raged on in my room. I could hear it shredding the padded white walls. I heard the bed as it hit the light bulb on the ceiling. The bulb exploded sending chills up my spine. I ran faster. I could see a dimness ahead. A way out. I ran even faster. I had to get out of this hall before it could get within reach. I was relieved to know I’d soon be out of this darkness. As I reached the end of the dark, slimy hall I had the sensation of being watched. I was in the chamber before I realized I couldn’t turn back. I heard the door slam shut behind me and saw the jagged teeth around me at the same time. And all I could say…..all I could scream was ’Oh, my gawd I’m out’. I went on screaming as the jaws closed around me and the teeth tore into my flesh. I could feel my blood leaving my torn body, draining onto the floor of it’s mouth. I could hear the satisfying sigh of a hungry beast being fed.

© 2009 Lillie Sneed


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Very good flow. I really like it. The narrator is admitting that they might be insane. Very good work. (:

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Lillie Sneed
Lillie Sneed

Des Moines, IA



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I'm a southern country girl who likes to write poetry and short stories. But, have been known to write some erotic short stories. I am 47 years old and right now, I'm lost in the big city. more..