Our soft footsteps echoed loudly as we made our way down the corridor. After a moment, we could see that the corridor ended at another doorway. Ana, eager to explore, headed off toward it, while Cecily and I turned right toward the other doorway, only to find it led to yet another long corridor.
At the far end of this new corridor was a door, slightly ajar, with a sliver of daylight streaming through the crack—the only source of light, which explained the faint glow we had noticed earlier.
Suddenly, a door a short distance away on the right side of the corridor creaked open, then closed with a soft thud. It continued—creak, thud, creak, thud—again and again, even though there was no sign of a breeze that could be causing it. The irritating sound echoed through the stillness. I moved toward the door, while Cecily headed for another one just a short distance away on the left side of the corridor.
I grasped the handle and pushed the door open with some difficulty. I was surprised—it had been swinging open and closed so easily before, without any visible breeze, yet now it resisted my efforts. I dismissed the thought and leaned forward to peer inside.
YOU ARE READING
the hour of midnight
Short Story... the church bells began to toll, announcing the hour of midnight. Uncertainity and fear started to creep into me... . . A short story
