Poisonous smoke?
What is going on?!! I never heard of that!
I searched around. From the exhaust fan, a bunch of dark grey, white smoke gathered around and entered the room. The atmosphere in the room thickened. The smell of the burning tobacco filled the air, it was like burnt gas fixed with rotten fruits. The stale odor of epic proportions mixed together as oxygen dropped to an unappealing level. The smoke was thick, like black solid bricks, spreading out, covering the whole room was a layer of mistic fog. My range of vision became blurred. My heart beat. I couldn't resist and let go one of my hands holding the table to cover my mouth and nose. There was an unpleasant smell of abnormal drugs. As fast as thunder, the smoke reached the bottom ceiling, the parts of the light bulb and the top cover of the shelf. The smoke is coming. And it was coming fast.
Crack.
Crack. Crack.
Creeping from the smoke, there were sounds of cracking.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack .Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack.
One cracking sound followed another. An everlasting, endless melodic musical as it played along with the clock ticking sound, echoing on the walls in the room. Shades and shadows enlarged and danced behind the chairs and tables. Just inside the edges of the smoke, a tiny wooden hand climbed out, followed by another tiny little hand. The hand reached out towards the bottom air and slid a puppet head on the ceiling. The puppet had white curly hair, a black top hat with a beard, wearing a red uniform with golden laces. I recognized the puppet. It was the main protagonist of an old-fashioned, children's story.
The story of the nutcracker.
The nutcracker waved its hand, crawled on the ground and grinned.
"Hello."
"Hello."
"Hello.Hello.Hello.Hello.Hello.Hello.Hello.Hello.Hello.Hello.Hello.Hello.Hello.Hello.Hello.Hello.Hello.Hello.Hello.Hello.Hello.Hello.Hello.Hello.Hello."
As the sea tides of nutcrackers washed close and welcomed me, another nutcracker emerged from smoke, accompanied by another and another. In a flash, thousands of nutcrackers crawled on the spiky ceiling with their white sparkling teeth crushing hard. The cracking sounds washed into my ears and hit my nerves. They climbed on the body of one another, covering every corner of the children's bedroom and walls, forming piles, mountains and seas of puppets dashing in. The sounds were piercing my ears, painful as hell as if my ears were spilling blood.
I turned towards the sound and peeked at my hand. Blood droplets dropped one by one, sliding on my fingers.
Nearby, a nutcracker opened its mouth and bit my hand. It opened its eyes, stopped biting and glared at me.
"Hello."
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed.
Pain smashed in and entered my brain. I immediately let go of the table and waved the air, trying to wipe away the bloody nutcracker.
Without thinking, gravity went against me. I closed my eyes.
I fell.
"REED!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
In a spin of the wind, Levi lassoed his rope and tied it to one of the legs of the table. He stretched out his other hand and grabbed my arm instantly.
"LEVI!" I shouted and opened my eyes. A sense of warmth spread from my arm to my deep chambers.
YOU ARE READING
The Mansion of Trials and Trials
Mystère / ThrillerThe book illustrated a young boy named Reed got teleported and kidnapped to a Mansion called 'The Mansion of Trials and Trials'. In there, he met a Resident of the Mansion called Puppet and other fellow victims called Wanderers. In the Mansion, Wand...
