Dark Rose ✔️

The Extra Bedrooms Are a Plus!

I could only stand being scared for about an hour. After that, I decided the worst thing that could happen would be me dying and running into the light with Lila. And so, I ran downstairs with steaming ears.

"Hey!"

Nothing answered me back, but I felt eyes on me from everywhere- even beyond.

"I know you're here! I know the itch on my neck is probably because that stupid nightmare was real! Get out here!" I threw out my hands like some fucking "Kramer" for drama.

Still, I got nothing. The thing about me is I have a short tolerance for being ignored. The steam from my ears actually started to whistle.

"Oh, come on! Are you truly a supernatural thing, or are you just as fake as silicone boobs!" Instead of getting nothing as a response, I got...

Heat.

The room started to get hot. I was wearing socks, but through them, I felt an uncomfortable heat from the floor. It wasn't enough for me to feel pain though, at least it wasn't at first.

"Is this you?!" I felt it a little more after a while, but still no pain.

At some point, I thought my vision was narrowing without my eyes' consent. The edges of it started to turn black. The line of sight was becoming smaller by the second. A haze with weight came over my eyelids, and my breath became painfully cold, even though the room temperature was still rising.

The fear I thought subsided before was about to resurge, but my anger was too stubborn to give it full reign. I swallowed before exploding again.

"Coward! I've taken shrooms before, so do your wors-"

That's when I got interrupted by the impossible, "ROGER!" Lila screamed.

The blood in my veins seemed to turn into liquid nitrogen. I couldn't feel anything. It was a numbness that desired to burn but couldn't.

"HELP ME!" Those frightening words set me off.

I started running towards the direction she was yelling from, filled with real dread and real need. The house was not a mansion, but once I started running, I found that it had stretched. Its halls keep going on forever, and out of nowhere, rooms that never existed popped up.

"Roger! Hurry, I'm dying!" My heart quickened, and sadness worse than pain started to spread through me.

"Honey! Where?! Where are you?!" I stopped for a moment and shouted out.

An onset ringing in my ears followed, and I didn't notice because I closed my eyes, but behind me, my shadow grew two heads. As I was coming out of the annoying symptom, the shadow behind me leaned into my ear.

"I'm right here." A voice of smooth eloquence brushed my eardrum.

I turned to face whoever it was, only to see - me.

"What the hell?" I never thought I could feel such a heavy grip over my breath, but I did, and it hurt.

It turned out that behind me was a reflection of me. I started to play are-you-a-mirror with the clone. He copied everything but my expression.

On his face was the look of grief, my inner grief, the one I hid from the world. Tears fell onto the floor. His lips quivered, and his breath stank.

I turned and started to look in all directions. The more I did, the more the reflection was hard to ignore. It turned gray in skin tone. Its eyes turn an awful blue around the edges.

Only when I felt my stomach drop for no reason did I finally stop looking around me. Unbelievably my surroundings started to turn into walls with no windows or light. I thought I was going to be stranded in the dark with the now near mummy clone. But then one yellowed-hue light shone behind me. It came from on top of the attic stairs.