interpretations welcomed.....
in a white concrete room with no windows just lights, there are four people.
all dressed in white.
one runs out of the room.
i am standing in the corner watching as the other two struggle to escape.
one is pierced with a long steel rod and is affixed to the wall facing it. the rod goes through his midsection and is deep within the wall.
the other is stabbed and manages to pull the long knofe out of his stomach.
i run out of the room as the man with the rod tries to grab me to keep me there, swinging his arms violently and helplessly.
as i leave the room, i take a right moving quickly but not making a sound.
i'm scared.
i come to a stair well. i am on the top floor.
i do not let my feet touch the stairs, i use the railings. with my hands i glide down and land on each landing. my socks help me to keep silent.
four flights of stairs brings me to the bottom to a half flight of stairs.
i crawl under the bottom stairs so that i can't be seen.
i hear slow, methodical footsteps from way above me coming down the stairs.
with each breathe, there is a step. zombiesque if you will.
i see no one.
i am terrified.
but the stepping continues.
suddenly, there is a middle aged woman on the half flight of stairs. just sitting.
she's talking to me, but i can't understand her.
i move further into the dark crawl space, when she leaps from the stair as if to keep me in sight.
she crouches and continues talking.
i am in a room with this same woman.
the room's walls are white and concrete like the room on the top floor.
there is only one window and two doors.
one door is shut, one is open and the window is in the hallway.
with the door open you can clearly tell it's daytime.
looking around the room there is nothing.
she continues talking.
she has a plate food that she is not eating.
she stands, moves quickly towards the door, and shuts it, leaving no light.
she scurries across the gray cold floor to the other door and knocks.
all dressed in white.
one runs out of the room.
i am standing in the corner watching as the other two struggle to escape.
one is pierced with a long steel rod and is affixed to the wall facing it. the rod goes through his midsection and is deep within the wall.
the other is stabbed and manages to pull the long knofe out of his stomach.
i run out of the room as the man with the rod tries to grab me to keep me there, swinging his arms violently and helplessly.
as i leave the room, i take a right moving quickly but not making a sound.
i'm scared.
i come to a stair well. i am on the top floor.
i do not let my feet touch the stairs, i use the railings. with my hands i glide down and land on each landing. my socks help me to keep silent.
four flights of stairs brings me to the bottom to a half flight of stairs.
i crawl under the bottom stairs so that i can't be seen.
i hear slow, methodical footsteps from way above me coming down the stairs.
with each breathe, there is a step. zombiesque if you will.
i see no one.
i am terrified.
but the stepping continues.
suddenly, there is a middle aged woman on the half flight of stairs. just sitting.
she's talking to me, but i can't understand her.
i move further into the dark crawl space, when she leaps from the stair as if to keep me in sight.
she crouches and continues talking.
i am in a room with this same woman.
the room's walls are white and concrete like the room on the top floor.
there is only one window and two doors.
one door is shut, one is open and the window is in the hallway.
with the door open you can clearly tell it's daytime.
looking around the room there is nothing.
she continues talking.
she has a plate food that she is not eating.
she stands, moves quickly towards the door, and shuts it, leaving no light.
she scurries across the gray cold floor to the other door and knocks.