Just A Dream I Had

An empty corridor.

A dark staircase that leads to nowhere.

A closed door that conceals its horrors.

The sound of sobbing from behind the door.

A click, a creak;

what is it you see?

Pale face.

Brown eyes crying crimson tears.

Bloody streaks down the cheeks.

A gaze that seems to look through you.

And then the bloodied orbs focus upon your face.

They widen - in shock, recognition or fear?

It matters not.

The bloodless lips open in a small O.

A scream, a high-pitched wail that goes on and on.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She turns and flees; you cannot stop her.

Yet another closed door in your face.

You tug desperately at the door,

kicking it even.

For some reason, her fear affects you.

Nothing. The door refuses to budge.

Complete silence, and then ear-splitting screams rent the air.

She screams and screams, as though in excruciating pain.

Your heart's pounding so hard in your chest as you try to open the door.

Every second you waste is a second too late.

Tugging on the doorknob, pounding on the door, yelling even.

Nothing helps.

And then you realise that the screaming has stopped.

No sound comes from behind that door.

Not a moan, not a whimper, not even sobbing.

Just silence.

And slowly, ever so slowly,

something starts to flow out from under the door.

Red. Sticky. Coppery tang that sticks to the back of your throat.

And then darkness.