|Room of Horrors (standard:drama, 1607 words)|
|Author: G. Miller||Added: Oct 16 2000||Views/Reads: 2074/1222||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|What started out as a great day with my "special" lady, turned out to be less than great as we entered that Room of Horrors. The memories of that day will remain... but for how long?|
I can remember the events of that day so vividly. It's almost as if it just happened yesterday. I still get a cold chill when I think about it ... and I think about it often. While I don't make an effort to remember, it seems to come into my memory, many times when I least expect it. It was a hot August day, a sweltering day that seemed to put people in a cranky mood for no reason other than the heat. I, too, was not enjoying the heat and hoped to be out of it as soon as possible. But, as it was, I had little control in where I was going. There was no shade to be found anywhere. There were no trees that would allow a shaded area where you could get out of the blazing sun, as there were at my house. I wished I could have been home at this very minute ... sitting in the shade, under that huge oak tree ... with something cool to drink. But going home at this moment was not a possibility and I would have to go where I was being taken. I tried not to let my irritation with the heat show. I did not want to upset the very special lady that I was with at the time. I would simply try to put on my best face and not let her know just how uncomfortable I was. I could see it on her face too, that she didn't like the blazing hot sun. It seemed that we started walking even faster. She had a destination in mind that even I had no idea what it was. After a few more minutes, she turned and led me into a building. I don't even know, even today, what the building was but it didn't matter. We were finally out of the bright sunlight. Had I known then of the upcoming terror ... the horrors that I would soon be facing, I would have been eager to go back out into the bright, hot sunlight along with the unforgiving heat. But as we entered the building, I looked to my special lady and she returned my look, with a smile. I said nothing to her, nor her to me. It made me feel a little better ... and we were out of the heat. She led me into a room. It seemed to me to be the smallest room I'd ever been in, but I was just so glad she was with me. We went further into the room, which wasn't too far since the room was so small. I thought we were going to be alone, but other people ... people I didn't know came into the room too. I thought this must be a special room that not everyone could get into. I thought this because someone was closing the door while still more people were running towards the room and they didn't get in. I looked again at my special lady and I giggled silently at the people that were not allowed in. She put her finger to her mouth and hushed me, telling me to be quiet. It was quiet in that small room. With so many people there, no one talked to anyone else. I looked around for someplace to sit, but there were no seats in the room. I then had a very strange feeling. I began to get light headed and had a queasy feeling in my stomach. I didn't like feeling that way, but I said nothing. I didn't want anyone to know I was feeling bad ... especially my special lady. So I did my best to not show anything. I was getting more scared, since I never had these feelings before. I wanted to be out of this room, not liking how it made me feel. I looked around at the other people in the room. Some of them looked at me, for a brief moment and looked away. Did they know how I felt? Could they see how upset I was? No ... they couldn't, I was hiding it. I was hiding it from all of them. Or was I... Someone opened the door and I thought that I was going to get out of that room. That small room that seemed to be getting even smaller. But, instead of getting out of the room, even more people, more strangers came into the room. They looked at me. It was as if they were looking right through me ... then turning away. I knew they just had to know how I felt. The people, those strangers that had looked at me then turned away were whispering to each other. They were talking about me ... I just knew it. I just hoped they didn't say anything to my special lady. That feeling was coming back again. I didn't know if it would stop this time. I looked around the small room, still feeling it was getting even smaller. I looked over at my special lady, wondering if she was feeling the same way. I could not see that she did, but maybe she was hiding it Click here to read the rest of this story (69 more lines)
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