-The Man in the Dark Room Part I
The man went to bed after a long night of work. Expecting nothing but the expected, and unknowing of what may happen, he went to bed satisfactorily. The man was an honest and decent man; no one special.
Suddenly. the man woke up, in a unknown room with only his bed, the shirt on his back, and a battery powered alarm clock. The room was made of a fine, yet frightening cobblestone. The room was dark, and the man was confused.
How did I get here? the man thought. Where is my home? Where is my stuff? Where is my everything? the man thought.
Because of darkness, the man used only his wits which led him to the idea of picking up the alarm clock and using it as a flashlight. The light from the clock beamed at the only exit- a long, dark, and frightening hallway. The man went into the hallway. Not knowing what to expect, the man creeped very slowly and kept alert. The man saw two staircases. One was ascending up and one plummeting down. The man had a choice. Should he ascend to the above or descend to the unknown? Just as the man was about to make his choice, he heard footsteps going up the downward staircase. The man instinctively ran down the descending stairs not knowing what was down there or above.
The man heard a growl coming from upstairs. He ran faster. The man heard a thump. He ran faster. The man heard footsteps coming down the stairs – he ran faster and faster and faster until he tripped.
As he stumbled down the stairs, the thing above was only coming closer. The man had broken his clock. Without light the man ran blindly in to whatever was ahead. Then the man saw light. The man ran very, very fast towards the light. Just like a moth to a bug zapper, he realized he was tricked. The light led outside…but to a broken bridge that only led to another cobblestone structure.
Then the man heard a loud stomp… then another. Then another, and another and another until they were becoming so rapid, so loud, that the man thought that he might as well jump off the bridge. As the thing appeared, the man was shocked. The thing was nothing. Confused the man headed back in to the cobblestone structure looking for another way out. As the man wondered back in he saw his broken alarm clock on the floor. He realized that only part of the broken alarm clock was there. What had happened to the other parts? the man wondered. Still pondering what had happened, the man went back up the stairs to where he had made his choice. This time he went up the ascending stairwell.
Recalling that when he went out on to the broken bridge earlier, he remembered seeing a fine bridge above from the top of a cobblestone structure to the other. He had also realized that the upstairs was a bit brighter than the downstairs, making it a bit easier to see what was ahead, but not enough for the man to remember his sense of direction.
The man kept running through the structure as if it was a maze, and he kept getting lost. The man was unable to find the light. As he was wondering through the structure he heard a faint growl. This time the man wasn’t afraid because he knew that the thing was only trying to scare the man into another dead end. This time the man just kept searching. The thing growled louder. The man still ignoring the thing, kept moving. The thing grew louder and louder trying to scare the man, but then it finally stopped.
The man still unable to find the light, stumbled upon a closet. Now the man was a bit nervous. He didn’t know what was in the closet, or if it was a closet at all; he had still not opened the door. The man, hoping that it would lead to the light opened the door…
A pile of ragdolls poured out. What the hell? thought the man. He picked up one of the ragdolls and then the ragdoll opened up its mouth with stuffing and all, and screeched. The screech was so ear piercingly loud that the man fell over in pain. His ears bleeding, the man grabbed the ragdoll and ripped it in half. The screeching stopped. The man got up and noticed that there was light poring from behind the ragdolls. The man very carefully stepped over and around the ragdolls. The man had found the light. The man had found what he thought to be his bridge to safety.
Credit To – Ethan S.