Sebastian was sitting in bed, listening to music and reading that damned book for English. He was even starting to slowly dissolve into the pages, just as he could with any of the numerous books on his shelves, he heard music, music passed his headphones. Wearily, he slowly took off his headphones and listened. Classical. He shook his head in disbelief. The Barber Of Seville was playing semi-loudly from the loungeroom. Impossible he thought. He had turned off the TV, hadn't he?
He continued to listen for another minute or so before slowly slipping out of the bed, hoping for the best. Maybe it's just robbers with impeccable taste in music he chuckled to himself. However, as his feet touched his floor, the music just...stopped, as if it had never been there. He sat like that for a minute, frozen, the balls of his feet hugging the floor.
He decided, in that minute, that two things could be the problem. Firstly, it could simply be the pizza he had had earlier somehow giving him hallucinations. Secondly, dreadfully, it could be something paranormal. Seb had never been one for ghosts, although he didn't outright not believe in them. He slowly stood up and tiptoed into his mother's room, grabbing the baseball bat beside her bed and made his way into the small kitchen-dining-living room, where he could see the TV very clearly turned on. He mouthed something quite profane and made his way in front of the TV where there where only a few words displayed. Where the TV would usually show the current song's artist, album, things like that, it only said:
Untitled
Unknown Artist
Unknown Album
00:00
Midnight? He only had a second to think about this, however, before two things happened simultaneously: firstly, the power for the entire house turned off, and he felt a strong force pick him up and then throw him down onto the ground. Hard. The world went dark for a moment, well, darker than it had been, and then he opened his eyes. He groaned as he felt the bat underneath him, pressing into his ribs, and already he knew that he was going to be bruised in the morning. He groaned before standing up, and looking at the TV, which was still weirdly on, still displaying those four messages.
He looked around the room and fumbled for the light switch to the left of the TV. His hands found purchase and the switch clicked, but nothing happened. He tried it again. Nothing. He was looking around again, and beginning to pace, when a loud pop filled the room, and he turned around to the kitchen, where the noise had come from.
Ahead of him, throwing the room into a vibrant cascade of blues, blacks, purples, and colours he didn't even know where possible, was a portal stretching from the roof of the kitchen to the floor, and it was barely wide enough for him to possibly sidle into. What the hell he thought silently to himself, as he blinked in disbelief.
The portal, and it had to be a portal, he knew, because nothing else could possibly be doing... whatever the hell it was doing, was currently not only putting on one hell of a light show, but it was also emitting a strange heat. Seb could feel it down into his core, heating him up inside but leaving him ice cold on his skin. He gingerly began walking towards the portal, strangely drawn towards it.
Every step that he took caused a shiver of pain to be sent down his left side, He had most likely landed on it weirdly when he was tossed like a rag-doll. However, every thought of the possibly paranormal event that he had just experienced fleeted his mind as he got closer and closer to the portal. With every step, he could feel himself getting warmer and warmer. As he got within arm's reach of the portal, he could've sworn he heard someone calling his name from behind him. He tried to listen but he just couldn't. The closer he got to the portal, the more relaxed he felt. He felt like he was being tightly embraced by a warm blanket, or something of that nature.
He felt remarkably sleepy, and he slowly shut his eyes, that voice still nagging him at the back of his mind. His eyes drifted closed and he felt his legs move those last four steps without any conscious participation of his part, and as entered the portal, he fell asleep, tired and content.
