Into The Room, You Will Find Your Doom

Chapter 1: Beginnings

A tornado of thick, unnaturally red smoke scorched my skin and polluted my lungs, sending me into another rib rattling, lung aching coughing fit. Blinded by my own, long tangled black hair, flapping with the current and getting into my eyes, I pushed against the forceful, howling winds, stumbling back for steps for every one that I took.  The taste of blood filled my mouth and I became overwhelmed with the sour  smell. Like a brick wall I was suddenly hit with wooziness but did not let my dizzy spell stop me from my goal.

Honestly, with my current surroundings, my Hemophobia was the least of my fears. Light crackled all over the room, probably for dramatic effect knowing him, and the maddened cackles of the ghost in the eye of the storm haunted my ears.

“Please!”  I wailed, my hoarse voice straining against the madness occurring around me, “Let them go, I promise I’ll stay but, my parents have no part in this!”

His demented laughter bubbled into my ears, and I felt my heart trip over itself in fear.  I once read online that if trapped in an abandoned movie theater with a deranged, murderous, superpowered ghost, laughter is never  a good sign. I’d also read in a book to never trust the internet.

 

He began to laugh louder and louder. The wind suddenly picked up as and transformed from its desperate howling to  Deafening screams of resignation. The room began rapidly transforming crimson as more of the discolored smoke joined the tornado, increasing speed and size tenfold. His demented laughter was now almost as loud as the screeches of the wind. All around me items began to lift, caught by the pull of the storm.

He began to chant, dementedly of course because as I was learning he had no other way to do anything.

Dans la salle , vous trouverez votre Malheur

   Before I knew what was happening I was sucked into the storm, swirling amongst old projectors, tapes, and posters of Audrey Hepburn posing with her cast. Suddenly a giant piano rose up before me (Piano, really? How original) and I felt a bright burst of pain and stars behind my eyes. I saw black.

3 Months Ago

I growled in frustration, yet again changing positions in the lumpy twin sized bed under me and stuffing my face into the batman pillowcase, hoping that somehow near suffocation would get me to sleep.  A quick glance at the clock told me it was 3:15 A.M. making my despair grow for the simple fact that I was usually sleeping at this time and now, for a dumb reason that I shouldn’t even be stressing about, I was awake. After five more minutes of lying motionless I screamed in frustration and threw my best friend’s pillow across the room, and settled for staring at the constellations in the gorgeous night sky out of the porthole window adjacent to the bed, wondering why the heck those pans were called dippers.

 

I don’t even understand why I always stay here, when I had a giant, king sized, heated tempurpedic bed in my Victorian themed bedroom in my mansion.  Oh yeah, that’s right. Because a $4,000 mattress in an empty $10 million house, doesn’t make up for the neglect of rightly deserved hugs and kisses by my rich and famous parents on my poor tortured 16 year old soul. Or at least that’s what Terrence says. I personally just prefer the dazzling superman wallpaper in his room to the expensive velvet one in mine.

Suddenly a chill fell upon the room and I turned knowingly, grinning at my best friend, Terrence, who was trying, and failing as usual, to sneak up on me.  Ever since I could remember, the presence of Terrence has come with an ice-cold chill and butterflies. I had no idea why, and the quirkiness of his family made me not want to know, I shuddered to remember the last time I asked him about something strange, but his tell-tale coldness makes it so he never tricks me.