Dark Stories

Death Room...

The door opens and my hand touch the hard wooden door. It feels wet and slimy like mold has set in. My soul is taking in the colors that surround me. I walk slowly through the door. I want to turn and run but I can't. I keep moving forward. My eyes try to turn away but my head won't let it. The red on the walls look like blood. The color looks like its dropping down the walls. And I've only scene color like this a handful of times. A couple times from scrap's on my knees. And three when they took it from my body. The floor sandy like a pleasant beach. It's not hot upon my feet just smooth and soft. The wood fresh and clean with a muted shine. The celling dark like a midnight sky. No stars shine from this celling just solid dark. My heart is pounding in my ears. Like drums pounding for a distant war. It's like my heart is in my throat. My heart is blocking off my air waves. I choked, I cough, and I taste the vibrations of the drum. I want to scream, yell and run but I can't. My eyes can't believe this room it looks like, like death.
When I made my way to the center of the room I began to feel cold. It was like icicles rapping me in a chilled blanket. My heart began to pound even faster than before. My ears could hear the drum of a faded heart beat. My breathing labored burning coldness left pain in my throat. My body shivered from the article climate in the room.
I turned and as I looked around the room a second time I saw it in the corner. A thin stick like child staring at me I couldn't see it's faces but I felt it looking at me. The child moved a step towards me then stopped. He moved up his hand and my eyes followed to the ceiling. There above my head was a cascading canopy of soft chiffon lace. I moved away quickly as the child came closer. And as I did a nice wooden baby bed appeared Where I stood. Loud crying pierced my ears. I wanted to move towards the baby band but my legs and feet which cemented in place.
I looked on was a woman moved from the back wall. It was like she came from out of the wall. She moved closer to the baby bed. Her face I could see as plan as day. Her look puzzled me it wasn't mother like. It was hard like wood, nothing moved no expression changed. She scared me more then the room even more then the child. If she was the crying baby mother she didn't look like it. She looked like a hard old woman like someone who didn't want a baby. I wanted to move closer to the baby and stop the woman. But still my feet felt like cement. I watched as the story played out right in front of me.
The woman was dressed in a long heavy velvet dress. It was purple like an eggplant. She looked like she was out of the 19 hundred's. She moved to the bed and looked down in to the crib. She didn't reach in but in a stern voice yelled, "I told you I'll meet your needs but I'll never give you love."
My heart was braking as she said what she said. She showed no emotions as she took some thing from the crib. Then replaced it back and the baby quite crying. Then the crib and the woman disappeared in to thin air.
Know a child's bed wooden with heavy dark blue covers. The child from the corner moved and slipped in to the bed. I could see know it was a boy. But his eyes were sunken in dark and sad. He looked like a lost boy from Peter Pan. He looked thin as well like he hadn't eaten in years.
As the boy lay in the bed a man entered holding an ax. I tried to move but still I couldn't. My heart was pounding so loud it was like my heart was in my ears. The dark man in an overcoat made his way to the bed and then lifted the ax. He cried out, "You killed your mother." He said in a chilling voice. Then in a blink of an eye the ax came down. Blood sprayed all over the walls. The child never let out a cry or a yell. After a long moment we were on the stairs.
There was the boy playing cars close to the stairs. One truck zooms on by. The truck racks in to a red waiting car. As it hits it sends it flying a cross the upper hallway. The truck stops right at the top of the stairs. The boy goes after the car.
The mother moves upward step by step tell she at the top. There her right foot falls on the truck. She loses her balance and fall backwards down the steps. At the bottom a crack.
Out of a hidden room comes a man. He races over and falls next to the woman. In a loud voice he cry's out in agony. We see there husband and wife. Now we're back in the room. No boy, no baby, no woman, and no man. Were alone in death room. Alone shoving crying lost in are selves. I move I run out of the room and slam the door shut behind me. I turn and lock the door for good. Never to be opened again.

© Martin Meek 6/14/19 no part my be reproduced product belongs to martyoneal