Kelly limped forwards in the dark cabin. her foot was throbbing, and the pain was increasing to the point of her almost being unable to bear it. As soon as she had stepped inside the cabin the door slid shut behind her, the darkness was overwhelming.
She wasn’t sure anyone was in the cabin with her. Slowly she shuffled forwards, “hello?”
Anger was throbbing through her stomach pounding out her eyeballs. The only relief she felt was the quiet relief of darkness. She turned back around and reached for the doorknob, but she couldn’t find it. She had the intention of opening the door letting some moonlight in, a tiny bit of light would help. But she couldn’t find the door.
She couldn’t find anything. She continued to shuffle around the room, and didn’t find any furniture, she didn’t find anything at all. Eventually she made it to another wall and this time she kept her right hand on the wall with her limping foot next to it and she slowly circled the room. It was solid, no doors. Nothing. It was as if she had somehow entered into a cardboard box. It was completely pitch black.
She was angry, furious even. “Let me out. Where am I? Let me out of here!”
In her angry little fist pounded the perfectly smooth walls.
But not even her husband, standing right outside the cabin could hear her screams.
Published on August 29, 2017 15:57