Random Flash Fiction

Song of the Lost

I'm walking through a hall till I reach the end of it and am met by a locked door. I wish to open it. I twist, pull, and push at the handle and it still doesn't open with my hands. Till my wish does get granted. Something human like opens the door. It's humanoid and horrific yet I'm unable to escape. I am parlised in my footsteps, only able to move my eyes in fear. It takes me by the back of the shirt and brings me to the source of my struggle, the singing that brought me here. I yelled for someone to save me but none came to save me from my fate. Then the world goes black and I awake in my bed with a screech. It is as if I never found my way to such a place. I wipe the drops of fear from my forehead and rise from my bed. I walk to my bathroom not paying much attention to my room as I leave it behind. As I watch myself in this bathroom mirror I look to see if this is another dream or an unfortunate reality. Splashing water onto my face I look again to only see myself. I am alone. And they are not here to tell me sweet things and sing me back to sleep on cold nights like this. No, I only have that horrific being to meet me at night. Luring me in with the promise of someone long gone. Yet I still walk to face them just for a song of the lost. So I walk out of the bathroom and tuck myself in, ready to face that horrid being again, or maybe just maybe get lost enough in sleep again to wake in the morning without screaming. Who knows.