Ridge was walking alone in one of the rooms of his own house when he came to his senses. As the room began to become colder than normal, he felt like he was something in the room. The hair on the back of his neck began to stand on end as he looked around, slowly becoming frantic.His eyes searched the room, hoping to find anything out of place.
An outline caught his eyes. White and Lifeless, it's hands facing upwards. Her eyes stared at Ridge. Her mouth opened to speak and a voice, so eerily familiar entered the room. "My son." Ridge's expression of fear turned. His mouth opened and he sputtered, "m-mom... I."
He stepped back. His back against the wall. He slowly slid down the wall, slowly holding on to his knees. Her mouth moved very slowly,keeping eye contact with him, "Come with me my son...... we are going to live together."
He shook his head and lowered his head between his knees and shook. "No no no no." he almost choked on his words and he felt his mother's voice grow louder. "I'm sorry. So so sorry." he whimpered, not wanting to gaze into his mother's dead eyes. Her lips parted slightly as she stood there, inches from him.
He slowly looked up at her, watching her face. Her mouth opened and she fell forward. Panic surged through him, shoving his back into the wall, as if that would get him out of the way of his mother's fall. They impacted and Ridge found himself unable to move. Ringing filled his ears and he wanted to cover them with his hands, though they were stuck in front of him, pressed to his chest.
"Let me out." he thought, taking in a breath. "I don't want this. Please!" he cried to himself, trying to see something. He was finally able to get his hands free and they hit the top of something covered in silk. He's elbows went out and they hit something with the same fabric. He tried to sit up and found himself hitting whatever was blocking him.
Ridge slowly put his hands up then began to feel around. What was this. He tried to raise his legs up. His breathing began to pick up. "I can't get out. It's all around me. Help. Help me." He tried to speak and a small exasperated cry entered the small area. He hit it with what little force he could then frantically began to hit around. What was this. The sounds he made seemed so muffed. His breathing quickened slightly as the silk seemed to remind him of something.
He was finally able to speak but it rocketed from his throat like a scream "HELP ME!" The muffled sound grew heavy on his ears. "PLEASE! PLease." his voice turned into a whisper as he looked at his hands, seeing them holding onto the silk that was sewn to the compartment that surrounded him. He drew in a quick breath and sputtered to himself, slowly relaxing. "Please."
