The Room
As soon as the door opens, I see them. Their black demonic eyeballs staring as though they have come straight from hell. Crimson soaked teeth baring at me over the dying body in front of her. The screams bore into my skull almost, unbearable. Blonde hair streaked with red. A rampant, almost deranged look dances around her eyes. It’s just us, alone. Stuck together in a New York-sized room. My hand slowly reaches for the wall, desperately feeling for a door knob. Finding nothing. In a whirl of panic I flick my eyes around the room: There is no beginning, no end, just four walls, a ceiling and a floor. Enless circle of white smeared with red. The demon-creature yanks their teeth out of their meal. They have finished eating. My sudden terror changes the atmosphere. The girl I knew with the chocolate hair and bright blue eyes was gone. She stands, blue eyes flaring mad, and charges with the power of an army towards me.
By Saraya Perdios 1
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