Lily

The Unused Floor

     I wake up in a large, dark room, coughing dust. I looked at my watch. It read 2:48AM. I glanced around the room, realizing I was laying on the floor. I looked behind me. A large four-poster bed sat up against the wall. I noticed a tall, wide closet to the right of me, doors pushed to the side, leaving just a dark, open space in the wall. I looked forward. A tall, white, worn-out door loomed over me, reminding me that I was all alone in here. At 2:48AM in the morning. How fucked up is this situation going to get? I thought to myself. If it wasn't my bedroom, I didn't want to be in any empty room at night.

     "Where the fuck am I?" I muttered to myself, looking at my watch again. It read 2:51. Wherever I was, I wanted to get back to my family. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. 

     "Cal? You in here?" came a shaky, frightened voice of Tommy on the other side.

     "How'd you find me?" I said.

     "Ah, phew. I was looking for you everywhere," he replied, sighing a muffled sigh of relief on the other side of the door.

     "Why? What happened? You sound--- EEEEEEK!" Suddenly, I was yanked back up into the air again and saw myself headed for the white ceiling. "No, no, NO!" But I did. With a teeth-rattling bang, I was slammed into the ceiling, face-first. Hard. Through the ringing in my ears, all I could hear was the muted banging on the door.

     "Calia? What-- are you okay?" Tommy asked, sounding frantic from the other side. And then I was let go, and I fell, still limp from the blow, and smacked back down on the floor with a nice thud.

     "Yeh, I dink Ah'm okey," I mumbled, still super dazed. The world was spinning like it was never going to stop. Darkness croached around the edges of my eyes. "Whad happened?"

     "I don't know... mom passed out, then Gale passed out, then I passed out, and when I woke up, Gale and mom were still passed out, but when I checked their chests, their hearts weren't beating..." I could hear him sniffling. A wave of panic came over me, pulling me under. "I think she killed them."

     "What?" I exclaimed, panicking. I stood up, wobbling a little. I screamed as I felt something grab onto my ankles and pull me back down onto the ground. It was pulling me towards the bed now. Still screaming, I tried to create friction on the wooden floor with my hands, but they only slipped and slid on the shiny brown wood panels. I knew that if I got pulled under there, I would probably meet my end. 

     Suddenly there was a terribly loud bang, and the door fell down, hinges broken. I heaved a sigh of relief asTommy ran in. 

     "Calia! Are you okay? What's going on?" he practically screamed into my ear when he got about three inches away from me. Then there was a crackling noise above us. We both looked up, only to see a blood-colored crack running across the ceiling.

     "AAAAAGH!" Tommy screamed as he fell to the ground and was being pulled towards a dark, open doorway.

     "TOMMY!" I screamed, running out of the room after him. He grabbed onto the sides of the dark entrance, trying to pull himself out. I leapt towards him at that moment, aiming to grab onto his wrist and pull him out. My last bit of hope disappeared through an exhale of fear, disbelieving fear, as Tommy did exactly what I didn't want him to do, reaching for me, his hands slipping, being yanked into the dark room, the door shutting behind him. I gasped as I saw myself headed for the closed door, still in the air. With an awful crash, I bodyslammed into the door face-first again, hurting my hip. It was only three seconds after I injured myself when I realized I was wasting time. I jumped up onto my feet and shook the doorknob, frantic to get to my brother. It was locked.