The Curtains - Izma

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My eyes widened up when he asked me to climb up the chairs, leaning against the wall one on another, to slink out through the shattered window.

"Are you serious", my tone even softens down in shock.

His smoldering look was little annoying. I made my way to that mocked ladder.

"How come only I get a chance to get hurt again and again." I murmured to myself trying to reach the window.

"But wait, my friends are still inside", I uttered anxiously, my fret sight looked him to say something.

"I'll find em", his eyes consoled my soul, devastating mind clutched full faith on his spoken words.

Somehow my hands fiercely touched the cracked window, head slanted down from the ceiling, right knee was placed on the slab of the windowpane.

But I brawled to sneak out the window when something grabbed my leg, slamming me down the floor again.

Blood drops splashed on the cracked floor, blurred sight saw him standing still right next to me

My vision drooped and I faded down.

After a minute or two, my startled mind came into conscious. I slowly got up, captivating eyes wandering around to absorb the scenario.

Loneliness again trapped me when I saw no one around. The mask man was gone.

"Hello", my loud pitch echoed in the dark passage way.

"Hey, unknown guy, where are you?" wondering where he could be now, I stepped forward.

Just then pounding steps horrified the quite moment, winced eyes detected incoming danger, I lapsed to the floor in the dark behind the broken wooden chairs.

After holding myself for 5 minutes, I got back up to see the source of the sound.

Flinched legs moved ahead and eyes visualize the hanging bloody mallet throbbing against the wall as the strong gust of wind hits it.

The passage ends at the musty black door with a brass plate and a stale nob.

I burst inside through the door, strange smell of blood was mixed in air, light rays of early woke up bright sun entered the room though the skylight, shining up the room to see.

It was a big old theater, worn tactile were scattered all over, hindering the movements, red theater recliners were bleakly chipped, like it was being hunted by the group of wolves.

Dreadful smell made me to cover my face with a cloth.

"Is anyone here", eyes were darting around for the unknown guy.

"Where can he go?" my mind whispered to heart fretfully.

I kept on walking down the stairs, shivery was waving inside me, pumping the blood flow fast.

I walked to the end, right next to the theater screen was a tore curtain, colored with the splashes of blood and dust heaps.

Biting my lips, I wondered to glimpse behind the curtain.

Eyes widened up as I stared the door labelled with

"EXIT"

In a split second Ipushed the door open, my first step out vibrated me upside down. It felt likean imprisoned bird laid free.