What Are You Afraid Of?

Day 9: You’re locked in a room with your greatest fear. Describe what’s in the room.

NOTE: I wrote this as a short story instead of a blog post for today; I was so inspired by this prompt that I couldn’t help myself. This is fictional, btw. Enjoy! 🙂

 

Knock knock.

“Hello? Is anyone in there?” She stood on her tiptoes, trying her best to peer through the tiny peephole that was probably built for giants and not petite 5 foot nothing girls like her. She knocked on the door again, a bit perplexed.

“I’m sure I got the address right…” She muttered softly as she reached into her sweater pocket for a scrap of paper. Unfolding it, she looked at the words typed in miniscule Times New Roman.

42 Hibbard Road. Room 33. 3rd Floor.

She glanced at the large 33 emblazoned on the door. Her long dark hair fell in fat curls over her shoulder as she tilted her head in confusion, wondering if knocking on the door for a third time would be considered rude. She was in no hurry, but she had been asked to come and she just wanted to get the whole thing over with. Huffing softly in irritation, she raised her fist to knock on the door one last time when it suddenly opened.

“O-oh!” She said, green eyes widening in surprise as she stepped into the room.

“Is anyone there?”

It was completely empty; the walls and ceilings were painted a soft grey that was easy on the eyes. The door closed behind her with a soft thud but she was too perplexed at the fact that she was alone to really notice that she was shut in. The room seemed bright because of the white fluorescent light that hung overhead. She made a circle around the room, noticing that there were no windows, pictures on the walls, or even furniture.

The back wall was shadowed from her view because of its distance. Curiosity got the better of her and she walked towards it, still wondering why anyone would leave a room so bare. Why would anyone bring her to a place like this? A chill ran down her spine when she realized that she was alone in the room. How did the door open when no one was inside? It was locked, right?

Right?

She approached the wall, seeing something looming before her. The frame was ornate and gilded; it seemed to glow in the emptiness of the room and she took another step forward. She saw familiar dark hair and she frowned; bright green eyes and fine eyebrows that were scrunched together in a tight line as she peered at the reflection in the mirror. Everything she saw was so familiar that it seemed strange, distorted somehow. There was something different. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on; everything looked so the same.

Suddenly, her voice rang out in the silence; sharply reverberating across the room. Her scream was real; one that was full of terror. Pure, unadulterated fear.

And even as she fell back and staggered away, her reflection remained in the gilded mirror. Teeth sparkling, eyes brightly gazing at her.

Lips curled into a feral smile.

Fear.

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So how should I start this…

I wasn’t really sure how to begin this blog. I honestly haven’t figured out what this blog is for; though I think it all started from this intense urge to just write everything out. I promised myself that every day of this year I’d write; whether in a journal, on my phone, anywhere… I guess this blog is just another means to that end; hopefully this time I follow through.