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Abyss

“I stepped closer to that last bassinet and dared to peek over the edge.”

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As the door opened in front of me I was gently pushed into the darkness from behind. As I squeezed through the opening the door was pulled shut quietly behind me. I stood there for a moment listening to the quiet while my eyes adjusted to the dimmer light in the room. It seemed almost peaceful in that
room, if only there hadn’t been an uneasiness spreading throughout my lower back, at the same moment as the lighting appeared to brighten up.

To the left of me I saw a tidy row of bassinets lined up in front of a tiny window that was letting in what little light there was into the room.

I took a small step forward toward the row of the bassinets. It was eerily quiet, the uneasiness started to turn into dread as I took another step forward. Then I took another and suddenly I was standing in front of the first one in the row.

Tentatively I peeked over and into the bassinet. Lying there swaddled in a tiny blanket was a baby that looked to be no bigger than just a couple of weeks old. My nerves softened as I heard it do a little coo in it’s sleep. Staring at the little baby I felt drawn to it as if I was being pulled closer to the bassinet.

I leaned down to get a closer look when the baby suddenly turned towards me and sat straight up, as if it were an adult, just inches from my face and opened it’s eyes. There was just blackness where the eyes should have been. I was frozen just staring at what was happening before my eyes when it opened its mouth and whispered something.

I couldn’t hear what it said and felt myself leaning even closer into the bassinet and staring straight into the bottomless pit of its eyes, and heard it whisper again, this time I heard what it said.

“Not. Me”

I leaned up and took a step back and the baby laid right back down in it’s tight swaddle and looked as if it hadn’t been disturbed at all. I took another step back and looked at the rest of the row of bassinets. There had to be 10 there in the entire line. I took a tentative step towards the next one and dared to
peek over the edge.

This baby appeared to be at least a couple of months old. Also wrapped tight in a cute little blanket, looking cozy and peaceful sleeping. Again I felt myself start to relax and smiled to myself as I leaned in closer. Then this baby shot straight up, it appear so unnatural, it just turned it’s head to me. It opened it’s dark abyss of eyes and out loud said to me the same phrase.

“NOT. ME.”

I cringed back a few steps. The baby instantly laid back down as if it hadn’t been disturbed either. What was going on in this room? Why was I hear? What was I supposed to do with these babies?

Turning around full circle I noticed there was nothing else in this room other than the bassinets and the tiny window. The corners were so dark and full of shadows. I took a few steps back the way I had come to leave out the door I had entered, and realized I couldn’t even find a door to go out of. Where had
it gone? I searched for the hinges along the wall, for anything that could get me out of this room.

It felt stuffy, as if there was something heavier in the room with me right then, frantic I dropped the heavy book that I had been holding, which I didn’t even realize I had been holding until that moment. On my knees I looked anywhere along the floor to try to find a gap that could be the door when I heard another whisper.

“Come here.”

I froze. It was so softly spoken, but I could hear what it said plain as day. I slowly stood up and turned back towards the bassinets. I took a few careful steps toward the line. As I approached the first two I glanced in them again, they were still there sleeping soundly as if nothing had happened. Nearing the
third I carefully glanced in, this one also appeared to be a couple of months old. I walked right on by it and the others, as I went to the end of the row.

Coming up on the last one I could see this side of the room a little better, because of the little light that was still being let in through the tiny window. It looked just like the rest of the room, nothing else in it except darkness and shadows. Glancing back at the beginning of the row it seemed as if it was ten miles away, yet also appeared to be right there.

I stepped closer to that last bassinet and dared to peek over the edge.

This baby was older, but couldn’t have been older than 6 months I would guess. Also sleeping soundly and swaddled up. This one’s blanket was all black and appeared to be swaddled pretty tightly. I could barely see it’s little face. Daring to get closer I inched toward it to try to loosen the swaddle a little
bit. It just seemed too tight.

I slowly put my hand into the bassinet and even slower reached for the swaddle, being careful to not touch the bassinet itself and possibly disturb the baby. As soon as I touched the swaddle blanket I felt an iciness rush throughout me, it was so freezing. I gasped and pulled my hand back. Glancing back around
me I could see the tiny window was now frosting over and the little light that was being let in was now slowly disappearing.

As I looked back to the bassinet I gasped again as the baby was standing there in the bassinet staring at me with the same all black abyss-like eyes. The room was almost completely dark now and I could barely make out that the swaddle was crumpled at it’s feet.

It raised it’s arm towards me with it’s little finger pointed directly at me. It opened it’s mouth and in the tiniest of whispers said

“You.”

The Platform Pt.3

The few spots of ground visible between the body parts, now appeared to be glowing a faint orange.

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I push the head off me and sit up as I begin feeling around me, I touch another head my fingers squishing into it’s eye. I yank my hand back and fall back onto a torso. I was fully surrounded in body parts and everything was wet and sticky from all the blood. It was so quiet and so hot I felt like I was in an oven, which now reeked of the coppery smell of blood. I tried to find the flicker of light but even that was gone. The few spots of ground visible between the body parts, now appeared to be glowing a faint orange. I reach down to touch the ground next to the torso and pull my hand back as my fingers instantly blister from the heat. The ground was on fire from below.

I had to move. It was sweltering everywhere, I was so thirsty and completely disoriented. I climbing on top of the torso, and I begin to move pieces of the people that had previously been there with me on that platform into a pile that I could climb onto. There was so much blood that I kept slipping back down but I just keep trying. I pile more and more pieces until the pile is almost as tall as I am. It is enough so that the heat from the ground is not as hot as it had felt before.

I climb onto the top again screaming out as I feel a hand grab my arm from below. “Help me” was all I heard from the other side of that arm, as it pulls me down. He was stronger than me and I lost my balance and tumbled down my pile hitting the hot ground. He fell on top of me pushing me even harder into the burning ground. It was so hot I screamed and tried to push him off of me. “I’m so sorry I just don’t know what we are supposed to do!” He scrambled off of me and pulled me up in one smooth movement. It was still dark, but the glowing floor was bright enough that I could make out the outline of him, and he was huge.

I started to climb back up my hill and he followed, when we got to the top I tried to see if we could see anymore of the room. It was too dark though. Then we heard a deep voice, it sounded like it came from within the entire room yet from outside the room. It was so loud it shook us and made pieces from the pile fall. All it said was: “THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE” I barely had time to register what the voice had said before I feel him shove me off the pile onto the glowing floor. I hit hard, hard enough for the breath to be knocked out of me. I roll away just as I hear him slam to the ground where I was. I struggle to get up, everything is hurting and I am still sticky with blood and trying to catch my Breath. I crawl away while trying to stand up and make it to the other side of the pile.

Continued in Pt. 4 of 4…

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The Platform Pt.2

I feel the people around me yet no one is making a noise, all of us anxious for what comes next.

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As we are all pushed forward we step onto another platform, it’s still complete darkness. No one is saying a word. I’m pushed forward even more as we hear the doors of the tram close and feel the gust of wind as it leaves us all standing on the platform in the darkness. I feel the people around me yet no one is making a noise, all of us anxious for what comes next. It feels like an eternity, the quietness, the darkness, the unspoken energy in the room increasing to a level where it feels like you could choke on it. As we continues to wait, we finally see a glimmer of a red light far away.

It flickers almost as if it was toying with us, getting bigger and then flickering away, brighter and then darker and then gone again. When I try to focus on it, the light seems to disappear and then reappear as soon as I avert my eyes. It was then I realized that the room was hot, and getting hotter. I still couldn’t see anything besides the flickering red light in the distance but I can tell the people were starting to take off their coats and clothes. It is so hot I can feel the heat come through my shoes, I’m sweating and I feel my ear start dripping blood again. The light has gotten closer and appears to be constant now even when I stare directly at it, it keeps changing from a red to an orange to a darker red color. I’m almost transfixed by the transformations of it when suddenly I feel myself get pushed to the ground.

The ground is so hot it burns my hands as I began to push myself up. In the commotion someone steps on my hand and I yell out as I feel my finger snap backwards. As soon as I yell out everyone started screaming at once. It happens so quickly that it’s disorienting. I’m trying to get off the burning hot ground while trying to ignore my finger throbbing and everyone is screaming. It is still so dark and I can’t see the flicker anymore. The screams are so loud, I just curl into a fetal position to avoid being crushed again and put my hands over my ears.

I am thankful now, that I didn’t take off my coat even though it was so hot, because now it was protecting me, a little bit at least, from the heat radiating from the floor. I am sweating so much and it is so loud. I am completely disoriented and barely even notice a sudden whooshing sensation, until the deafening silence that followed, and then there is a second whoosh. I stay curled up but try to get a glimpse of something, anything, but it’s still so dark. I hear a thump and then another thump, and then so many thumps and I yell out when something falls on me. I reached to move it off me and scream when I realize it is a head.

Continued in Pt.3 of 4

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The Voice Within The Wind

I still couldn’t know for sure what it said but I thought I heard “don’t”.

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It’s dusk. I appear to be in a desert, with one or two trees in the horizon. But it’s windy, I have fabric covering my entire face and body, just my eyes are exposed. I can see a dark shadowy figure in the distance, out by the trees, but when I try to focus on the figure it seems to disappear. It’s very windy and it’s getting darker and darker, instinct tells me I shouldn’t be out here when it becomes fully night.

I try to walk towards the trees but I’m struggling to even stay upright in this wind. I think I can hear something in the wind but I can’t make it out. With each step the distant figure seems closer, it’s not moving but still appears to fade in and out of my sight. I’m finally making progress forward, yet the trees seem to be getting farther, and it’s getting even darker. Somehow the figure appears to be getting closer, it seems almost statue like; Tall, probably well over 7 feet, I think I’m facing its side as it seems extremely narrow.

I’m still struggling with the wind but making better strides. As I’m almost within arm reach of the figure I hear the voice through the wind again. I still couldn’t know for sure what it said but I thought I heard “don’t”.
As my arm is reaching out towards the figure, I feel a vibration through the wind, and I hesitate within an inch of touching it. I can’t see what it’s made out of, but I can feel the icy cold radiating from it before I even touch it. The vibration is getting stronger, and the wind is blowing even harder; it’s almost completely dark now and I’m struggling to stand upright.

I hear the voice again within the wind, crystal clear “DON’T”. I hesitate again, but alas I close my eyes, turn my head and touch the figure. The moment I do the wind stops, the vibration stops, it becomes so pitch black that I can’t see anything, not the trees or even the figure in front of me. It’s eerily quiet. My hand is still touching the figure, the coldness is starting to spread throughout my fingers and up my arm. I try to remove it but I can’t, I try harder, even harder. I scream out In pain as my skin starts to tear from the statuesque figure.

I rip it off all the way, holding my ripped-open, bleeding hand as the wind is suddenly back, instantly I start running towards the trees as fast as I can. I look behind me and see the figure has moved, and is now even bigger than it was. It’s moving towards me fast, and appears to be growing as it comes after me. I hear a different voice now, almost as if its speaking within my head, harsh and ominous, it says “you’re mine now”. I pump my legs as hard as I can but I’m running against the wind, it’s so hard. I look behind me and it’s there. Looming over me. Well over 10 feet tall now, as wide as a four men. I try to turn back around and keep running when I feel it take me over, then everything goes black.

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