Long time coming...
Last semester I was in a creative writing class and we were allowed to write about whatever we wanted. One week I didn't have anything to write about or hand in.. so I took a nap in the afternoon before my class and while I was sleeping I had this dream/nightmare. When I woke up, I just started typing it out and it became this story... so I brought it to class that night and someone else read it aloud and the professor loved it... he thought I was crazy but he loved it and he couldn't believe that I wrote it in a half an hour after I had dreamed it... So here it is:
I really hate this hallway. I see it every night. It seems like more of a tunnel than a hallway really because of its size. It connects these two rooms that seem to be perfectly normal rooms.
One of the rooms is a kitchen, a really big kitchen. All the counters and cabinets are made of steel. Over the steel table off to the one side is a rack with all types of utensils and pots and pans. If not for the wooden table with the dinner set on it, you would think it was a morgue. Or maybe it really was a morgue with dinner set up on a wooden table. I'd hate to know what they were serving now that I think about it.
The other room is a bedroom, rather reminiscent of the size of a large dorm room. In this room there were three beds that were rather large. Each had these big wooden bedposts that reached all the way up to the ceiling. The three beds formed a triangle around what looked like a vase with all different types of exotic flowers. Behind the beds was a wall of windows framed in a dark wood color. They opened up onto some kind of balcony. Whenever I am in this room it is always sunset, or it could be sunrise since I have no idea where I actually am.
For some reason I am always getting sent from room to room and through the hallway. I have to duck while going through it since the ceiling is so low. The hallway is only about four feet across. The floor is made of dirt and stone and is always wet. Some puddles on the floor consume my foot up to my ankle. Itís not a pretty hallway. There are no lights and you only see shadows and silhouettes of the slimy vines that are hanging down on either side of the hallway. The smell is unbearable and I often find myself running while ducking to get through the hallway while holding my breath.
Last night I took another trip to the hallway. There were people in the bedroom side who asked me to go get something from the kitchen (possibly morgue) side. I had never seen them before but they seemed to have no problem with asking me to venture through the hallway into the other room. I took a deep breath, hunched over and put one arm out in front of me to keep balance. Then I scurried through the hallway as fast as I could.
Once I got to the other side, I forgot what it was that I was sent for. I yelled down the hallway but no one answered me. I had no choice but to go back though that hallway, dodging this way and that so the slimy vines wouldn't touch me. Once I got back to the bedroom side, I remembered what I was supposed to get. I asked if it was really necessary for me to get it. The strangers said yes and I reluctantly charged back through the hallway. Once I was back inside the steel room I searched the cabinets for the object that was requested. All the cabinets were empty. I looked under the big metal serving dish in the middle of the dinner table and there is was, a wooden box that was a little bit larger than a cigar box. I was told not to open it but I was dying to know what could be inside that was so important. Why was it disguised as the main course?
I just wanted to complete my errand so that maybe I could leave this place or just go out on the beautiful balcony to see the sunrise or set. I grabbed the handle of the wooden case and held the case close to my body so it wouldn't get caught in the slimy vines on my way through the hallway.
I held the case in one arm and hunched over with one arm in front of me for balance. I started down the hallway. About halfway through I stepped in a puddle that was deeper than it looked and turned my ankle. I dropped the case and started to fall over, but I caught myself on the wall. It was sticky and I had to tug a few times to separate from it. I looked around but I couldn't see the case. There were no lights in the hallway so I had to feel around for it with my hands. I felt along the rocky ground and into that deep puddle. The water was very thick but there was nothing that felt like the wooden case. I moved to the other side of the hallway, feeling the ground as I went along, I felt a large rectangular object wrapped in some vines. I thought that it must be the case. I tried to untangle it but it wouldn't budge. It was being held in place by this one really thick vine. I couldn't go back to the bedroom without the case so I did the only thing that I could. I knelt down on the ground, bent over and bit into the vine. Black slime oozed from the broken skin of the vine and down my chin. The smell was unbearable, almost like rotting flesh. Surprisingly the slime didn't taste bad. It didn't taste good though either. It was thick and tasted a little bit metallic. It took a couple bites for me to chew the vine all the way through. I was able to untangle the vine and retrieve the case. I stumbled down the rest of the hallway and fell out into the bedroom gasping for air.
I walked over to where the strangers sat on their beds around the vase. I handed the case to one of them and fell to the floor. After a few minutes of violent shaking I felt a calm sweep over me. I used one of the wooden bedposts to help me stand up. I saw the case and it was open. Inside of it were little glowing white marbles that the strangers seemed to be eating. They looked at me and I knew what was happening. There was nothing that could be done. The strangers were already wondering about whom else they could get to go through the hallway. I walked out through the glass doors and onto the balcony to see my final sunrise set.
I really hate this hallway. I see it every night. It seems like more of a tunnel than a hallway really because of its size. It connects these two rooms that seem to be perfectly normal rooms.
One of the rooms is a kitchen, a really big kitchen. All the counters and cabinets are made of steel. Over the steel table off to the one side is a rack with all types of utensils and pots and pans. If not for the wooden table with the dinner set on it, you would think it was a morgue. Or maybe it really was a morgue with dinner set up on a wooden table. I'd hate to know what they were serving now that I think about it.
The other room is a bedroom, rather reminiscent of the size of a large dorm room. In this room there were three beds that were rather large. Each had these big wooden bedposts that reached all the way up to the ceiling. The three beds formed a triangle around what looked like a vase with all different types of exotic flowers. Behind the beds was a wall of windows framed in a dark wood color. They opened up onto some kind of balcony. Whenever I am in this room it is always sunset, or it could be sunrise since I have no idea where I actually am.
For some reason I am always getting sent from room to room and through the hallway. I have to duck while going through it since the ceiling is so low. The hallway is only about four feet across. The floor is made of dirt and stone and is always wet. Some puddles on the floor consume my foot up to my ankle. Itís not a pretty hallway. There are no lights and you only see shadows and silhouettes of the slimy vines that are hanging down on either side of the hallway. The smell is unbearable and I often find myself running while ducking to get through the hallway while holding my breath.
Last night I took another trip to the hallway. There were people in the bedroom side who asked me to go get something from the kitchen (possibly morgue) side. I had never seen them before but they seemed to have no problem with asking me to venture through the hallway into the other room. I took a deep breath, hunched over and put one arm out in front of me to keep balance. Then I scurried through the hallway as fast as I could.
Once I got to the other side, I forgot what it was that I was sent for. I yelled down the hallway but no one answered me. I had no choice but to go back though that hallway, dodging this way and that so the slimy vines wouldn't touch me. Once I got back to the bedroom side, I remembered what I was supposed to get. I asked if it was really necessary for me to get it. The strangers said yes and I reluctantly charged back through the hallway. Once I was back inside the steel room I searched the cabinets for the object that was requested. All the cabinets were empty. I looked under the big metal serving dish in the middle of the dinner table and there is was, a wooden box that was a little bit larger than a cigar box. I was told not to open it but I was dying to know what could be inside that was so important. Why was it disguised as the main course?
I just wanted to complete my errand so that maybe I could leave this place or just go out on the beautiful balcony to see the sunrise or set. I grabbed the handle of the wooden case and held the case close to my body so it wouldn't get caught in the slimy vines on my way through the hallway.
I held the case in one arm and hunched over with one arm in front of me for balance. I started down the hallway. About halfway through I stepped in a puddle that was deeper than it looked and turned my ankle. I dropped the case and started to fall over, but I caught myself on the wall. It was sticky and I had to tug a few times to separate from it. I looked around but I couldn't see the case. There were no lights in the hallway so I had to feel around for it with my hands. I felt along the rocky ground and into that deep puddle. The water was very thick but there was nothing that felt like the wooden case. I moved to the other side of the hallway, feeling the ground as I went along, I felt a large rectangular object wrapped in some vines. I thought that it must be the case. I tried to untangle it but it wouldn't budge. It was being held in place by this one really thick vine. I couldn't go back to the bedroom without the case so I did the only thing that I could. I knelt down on the ground, bent over and bit into the vine. Black slime oozed from the broken skin of the vine and down my chin. The smell was unbearable, almost like rotting flesh. Surprisingly the slime didn't taste bad. It didn't taste good though either. It was thick and tasted a little bit metallic. It took a couple bites for me to chew the vine all the way through. I was able to untangle the vine and retrieve the case. I stumbled down the rest of the hallway and fell out into the bedroom gasping for air.
I walked over to where the strangers sat on their beds around the vase. I handed the case to one of them and fell to the floor. After a few minutes of violent shaking I felt a calm sweep over me. I used one of the wooden bedposts to help me stand up. I saw the case and it was open. Inside of it were little glowing white marbles that the strangers seemed to be eating. They looked at me and I knew what was happening. There was nothing that could be done. The strangers were already wondering about whom else they could get to go through the hallway. I walked out through the glass doors and onto the balcony to see my final sunrise set.