The Room

Part 1

The darkness was overwhelming. Fear was felt strongly just by entering the room. There was something in there. The very air indicated so, being thick and ice cold. A single glance could send a person running. People hung, having been forced to enter the room and then panicking. Blood and bodies lay on the ground, showing just what the room could do to a person. Leading them into such uncertainty and fear that they felt suicide was the only answer. Nobody had been able to leave, the fear left them stiff and unable to move. Those bloodshot blue eyes; they held you there. Held you in their grasp until you had no clue you could go through the open door. They were so powerful, so piercing, that you almost didn't want to leave. They left an insecurity in you, one that ate you alive. I say nobody has lived to tell the tale, but that's not true. One person has and that person was me.
I was about 16 years old, and I adored adventure. Anything scary, anything fun and daring. Something, anything that could get my heart beating fast. To remind me that I was alive. At 5 foot nothing, I wasn't your average dare devil. I was small, I weighed less than 100 pounds, but I was braver than the other teens at school. I was fast and strong; I believed I was invincible, until that day. My friends and I didn't want to go to school, so we went down the street to the abandoned house. It was safe, warm (being late fall, it was about the only not public area that was warm), and fun to just relax in. It was Centertown high's favorite hang out spot. With paint peeling and the plants overgrown, it was kind of creepy in a way. But we didn't care, it just made it that much more fun to go into.
Kayla, Leah, and I walked towards it. Crickets chirping, birds fluttering in trees. It smelled musty and old. The dirt pathway leading up to the old wood porch was covered in leaves. The brown brick house was covered in vines, standing roughly about two stories. As we climbed up to the porch, the stairs creaked, having absolutely no patience for the people wanting to cross it. The white door squeaked as I opened it. Kayla and Leah followed close behind. We sat in the living room, the only explored room in the house, the smell of dust strong in the air. We laughed, joked, and I decided to explore. Taking in my surroundings, I noticed the dusty pictures on the wall in the hallway. Cleaning one off, I found a picture of a guy with the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen.
"I'll be right back!" I called to my friends.
"Have fun!" Leah called back. I went into the hallway, noting all the spider webs. Oh how I hate spiders. Picture frames lined the red wall, black carpet lining the floor. It was actually quite beautiful. Looking through the first door on the right, I saw a little boy's room. In the right corner, by the window, was a car shaped bed with cars on the pillow cases and blanket. A dresser sat on the left side of the room, action figures lining the top of it. In the room to the left was a baby's room. The wall paper was jungle animals. A crib lay on the far left corner with the changing station right next to it. A small dresser was on the right. In the middle, on the farthest wall, was a huge window. A toy box lay next to the dresser. Going a little further to the left, there was what I assume is an adults room (probably the parents). A big mattress lay in the right corner. A big dresser lays against the wall by the foot of the bed, leaving about a four foot gap for walking. On the side closest to the window, the nightstand sits. On the top of the nightstand is a lamp and an old alarm clock blinking 6:27 am. I didn't even have to glance at my phone to know that it was off. It had probably gotten reset in a power outage. Above the bed is a wood block that says family. Going back out, there is one last door on the right before a stairway. Looking inside, it wasn't hard to tell that this was the bathroom. By the sink was five toothbrushes and in the corner was a really old tub. I backed up then began going up the stairs. The stairs groaned as I walked up them. Another hallway led to the right. I walked down feeling a slight chill, and a tiny claw of fear in the pit of my stomach. It was a kind of fear I had never felt before. Painful almost. My stubbornness kept me from turning back, although I was very tempted. I wished I had asked Kayla and Leah to come with me. I opened the door the first door to the left and saw what looked kind of like a guest bedroom.
A small T.V. sat on a dresser at the base of the bed. The bed was made with a big grey comforter and three white pillows. A small closet was visible by the side of the dresser. While all the other bedrooms had been carpeted with the same black carpet, this room was hardwood. A white curtain surrounded the window and a dead flower sat on the windowsill. I entered the room completely forgetting that feeling I had. My sense of adventure was back. I opened the closet looking inside. A dress shirt and suit jacket hung, a dull layer of grey from the dust gathering on them. A pair of pants on the top rack and a pair of shoes sitting on the floor. Looking at the size, I figured this probably had belonged to somebody my age. A picture hung on the side of the room that wasn't visible, showing a picture of a boy who looked about my age with an older woman who looked a lot like him. Long dark hair, those beautiful blue eyes, muscular build; he wasn't bad. I smiled, wondering what this guy was like. I exited the room, wanting to check out the rest of the rooms. As I continued down the hall, the coldness returned. I felt it in the pit of my stomach as well as in my chest. A strong urge to turn around overwhelmed me. Forcing myself to continue forward, I saw about three more doors before the end of the hallway. Two doors were across for each other; while the other door stood alone at the very end. I opened the door on the left and took note of the cold in that bathroom. It was small, a tiny window right above the shower, and a wooden stepstool right next to the sink. The toilet looked whiter than it should have been, but then again, it was a tiny detail that didn't even matter. A small picture of a baby in a medal tub made it seem less cold. I left the bathroom to check out the room directly across from it. I opened the door, having to zip up my jacket from how hold it had gotten. A workroom, simple and comfortable, was what this room was. Fear seized me and I backed out of the room. The last room had a glass door but I didn't dare to look inside. The cold and fear was far too strong. I walked back down the hall and back down the stairs. When I got back down, I didn't say a word and left. Leah and Kayla exchanged looks but knew better than to try and make conversation. That night I couldn't sleep. I kept seeing that glass door, ingrained in my head. What kind of secrets could one door hide, especially when it is made out of glass? No matter how hard I tried, my brain came back to the door. Every time I closed my eyes I was back in the hallway. My eyes shot open. I had to go back.