Sabrina

Part Eighteen

Stepping forward into the pitch black room that awaited me, I took a deep breath in. I placed one foot in front of the other, moving slowly into the darkness and away from Leonard’s bedroom. Suddenly, the secret door shut behind me. I was trapped. To worsen the situation, suddenly a rat ran across my feet and I screamed, jumping up in the air. I came down to the ground again with such force that it activated a trap door below me and suddenly I was falling down, deeper and deeper into a dark pit of what seemed like nothingness.  I’d fallen into a trap, a motherfucking trap.

 After what seemed like 10 seconds or so, I hit the bottom of the pit. In any other situation, someone falling as far as I did would have died, however I landed on something rather cushiony. Thankful for these soft smell cushions, I remember smiling to myself in approval of them. However, that smile turned into utter disgust and disturbance moments later, when I realised I was in fact lying in a pit of dead bodies.  Not just any dead bodies, I came to realise, but the bodies of my admirers. Leonard had murdered them all.

Squirming in fear, I tried to get away from the bodies surrounding me, but there simply was no escape. I thought about screaming, but then I realised it’d do nothing but alert Leonard to the fact I had found out his dirty little secret, and that him finding me would result in most likely my death. I gave up, feeling absolutely beaten. I could try climbing up the walls, but it would be no use. There was no getting out of here. All I could do was wait for Leonard to return and realise I was missing, and find me and kill me.  Suddenly, the song “Don’t Go Chasing Waterfalls” by TLC started playing, and I felt surprisingly relaxed.

Wait, was this a trap? Had Leonard set this up to give people the false illusion that his pit of bodies was indeed a party den of life and hope? I questioned these things momentarily, but then the jam took over and I found myself even singing along for a bit. My impending death seemed like less and less of a worry, as the song progressed. I felt like a druggo at 420, like a maths nerd who just solved an awesome equation. I was on top of the world.

I was right in the middle of the bridge when Mr Purple appeared in the pit beside me. He clicked his fingers, and somehow the song stopped, snapping me out of my trance. I had never been gladder to see that stalker piece of shit in my life. He was wearing all white, and appeared more attractive than ever before. He almost look, well, perfect. I wasn’t sure what was particularly different about him, and I wasn’t really attracted to him but he seemed kind of, different, in an “I-am an-angelic-specimen” kind of way.

“Good thing I got here when I did,” exclaimed Mr Purple, “You were nearly entirely brainwashed into thinking where you were in a happy place.”

“How did you do that?” I asked him, curious as to how with a simple click of his fingers he had made the music stop.

“Do what?” he winked, playfully, “This?”

 He clicked his fingers again, and suddenly intense music started to play. Yes, it was awesome and I wanted to know what on earth made it possible but I barely had a moment spare to find out. Over the sound of the intense music, I could make out footsteps above us, and then a light turned on at the top of the pit. Leonard was home.