10:30pm – Her fingers trace the patterns on the wall in delicate swirls, the barest whisper of the faintest caress.
10:35pm – The corridor was swallowed by the night, except for the soft glow of moonlight from the window.
She didn't like being under the gaze of the moon; the weight of its leer felt heavy and condemning, almost like it was crushing her.
She stays close to the wall; it was her anchor, lest she become lost and awash in the corridor that was bathed in pale, blue light.
Her fingertips tremble, she is afraid.
11:00pm – Her bare feet make no sound across the carpet, her flowing white gown rustles noiselessly as she glides yet huddles against the wall.
11:15pm - A sound shatters the silence with a steady beat.
Something is dripping on the carpet.
11:20pm – The whooshing of her breath becomes laboured; she's panting.
11:30pm – Walking is harder now; her elegant glide has been marred into a slow shuffle, her feet dragging, harder to lift.
11:45pm – Her wrists are paining, they feel heavy.
Her body is growing numb, cold.
11:50pm – She doesn't want to let go of the wall; if she does she is certain she will fall and drown in the moonlight.
11:55pm – Her legs crumple underneath her, fingers slipping from the wall as she folds.
A strangled gasp escapes her lips.
11:57pm – Hands cradled against her chest, so cold now.
She looks down, blinking through her hazy vision and the darkness.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
11:59pm – Deep gashes across her pale wrists, free flowing blood, uncontrollable shuddering, the moonlight is drowning her, she can't swim in its current, her arms won't work....
12:00pm – Cold. Submerged. Darkness.
A new night, the corridor is empty.
The moonlight streams through the open window.
A door creaks open.
Pale fingertips hesitantly reach outwards.
They find the wall.
She walks, her fingers tracing the patterns in delicate swirls, the barest whisper of the faintest caress.
- 10:30pm
YOU ARE READING
10:30pm
Short StoryLate night. Dark house. Nobody home. This is a very short chiller story that I wrote to distract myself from being scared on one of those dark nights.
