I awoke in a hallway. My older half
sister, my little brother and my niece all together. We had gone to
the fair and had decided, while I was sleeping, to enter the scariest
looking haunted house I had ever laid eyes on. Here we were though,
walking through the creepy halls, waiting for the scare to jump out
and frighten us right out of our shoes.
I became truly frightened, however, as
we passed what looked like a tiny nursery with pink walls and filled
with small kids and a singular caretaker holding a baby and teetering
in a wooden rocking chair. The goosebumps all over me bubbled up. I
tried to tell my siblings that this was a bad, bad idea. That we
should not have gone on this ride. But they didn't even seem to
acknowledge my appeals. We turned a corner to our right and entered
a larger, dark room which had three circular crawl tunnels on its far
wall. We stopped and discussed which tunnel to take. Screams
reverberated through the pitch black passageways and I became as
petrified as a Triassic forest.
I begged my sister and brother and
niece not to enter the tunnels but to back out of the haunted house
and go on another ride. They didn't listen, however. They didn't
even look at me and dove, head first, into the tunnels, crawling into
the darkness. I was left standing in that empty room, all alone.
Suddenly I heard a terrifying noise and I didn't waist any time. I
ran back down the hall.
I then heard large, lumbering footsteps
behind me. The hall seemed to grow longer as I ran back toward the
entrance. As I realized that I might not escape, I swung through
door of the nursery and hid behind the doorway. I found all of this
to be truly terrifying as just like my siblings, none of these
children or their attendant even looked at me. It was as if I were
not even there.
Then suddenly, through small slit at
the hinge of the door, my eye captured a giant shape passing by and
leaning through the pink door. It seemed to me like a giant
minotaur, but I was not about to take the necessary steps to make
that a certainty. I stayed there behind the creaking door, watching
the beast with a single opened eye through the narrow crack. It's
massive lungs quickly breathed out of its nose causing me to flinch
ever so slightly. My heart pounded like the Tell Tale Heart, working
so hard at giving my position away. I sat for what seemed like an
eternity, curled up in the fetal position. The giant beast then
leaned back out of the pink doorway and stomped away back towards
hell. Immediately I jumped up an ran towards the exit.
I ran right to my mom and dad who were
seated at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading the
newspaper.
“Why are you crying,” my mom asked
she hugged me close.
“I had a dream,” I said, the terror
of being chased down that dark hallway as my siblings were being
devoured still lingering strong in my mind.
“Your first nightmare,” my dad said
as my parents sat me down at the table with a hearty bowl of cereal.
I was simply glad to be awake.
Describing a dream is certainly an option with this prompt--but, think about it, what else could the prompt elicit? I think that taking the prompt too literally is like reaching out for that greasy burger you know you don't need: easy but only in the immediate short term.
ReplyDeleteI actually wrote this one for prompt 43. That was before I saw prompt 44. And I thought the obvious.
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