Oh What May be Around the Next Corner

The pitch-black darkness has no lights to shine and help you see what is in the corners and in the closets, or behind the doors or under the bed.

You turn your head to the left and then to the right. You begin to sweat and feel the hair on your arms and the back of your neck stand straight up. You feel for some way to find a lantern or some source of light that will allow you to see.

The thoughts of all the horror movies come to mind as you are feeling uneasy and a little sick to your stomach, nervous and anxious, afraid that the next move you make will be your last.

You are here in the closest window, peering down into the street, and you see a shadow of something or someone who keeps looking up at you while you are not sure to draw attention to you. "You know you need to make someone aware of where you are, but where is it that you are exactly?"

This is a scene out of one of the movies that caused you to jump every time that you thought you were being followed or by the loud heavy breathing on the receiver, as you kept saying "Hello?"

You are not sure now if you are still awake or have fallen asleep. You were so exhausted from running from those things you imagined, and others thought you were imagining, since they were too far-fetched for even you to believe. Though the ideas crossing your mind were not meant to last longer than the last time you watched a horror movie from beginning to end.

Fat chance!!! You are either not sure what brought you here, except for the voice on the phone saying there was a party here at this very address, around this very time. You are scared to scream. You are not sure how to react to this whole idea of being tricked to coming here.

The lines between reality and a mirage blur as you fight to stay awake, they are now more your enemy and less your friend. You look down at your left arm, seeing blood on your left arm, you feel woozy, at the very sight of your blood on your left arm. Then you look down at your right arm, see the same on your right arm, and begin to feel less strong and more afraid at the sight.

You become more wanting to leave here, not knowing or remembering how or why you are here. You are startled by the creaking floorboards. Your eyes are darting nervously and quickly, not sure where to place your eye fixed at. The next loud noise comes from the squeaking door that gets louder the longer it is squeaking.

You stand up and are drawn to the squeaking door, that seems to be held open by something blocking it from closing fully. Then the worst happens at that very moment the squeaking door swings open outward. The bodies are falling more quickly as they start to pile up and land closer to you with some only being dead for a few weeks.

The flies are out for revenge heading to you and landing all over your body as they bite and try to eat you alive. You are jolted awake, as you have dozed off and that thoughts caused you to see you are still in the same area, the same room, the same house. You weren't lucky enough to escape, much less make it out alive.

The room is larger; the room is growing smaller than larger as like Alice in Wonderland, three bottle mysteriously appear. Each labeled with these words, #1. Drink me to get out of this room. #2. (In large letters, all capitals, DRINK ME to GET OUT of this room. The Third bottle only says one thing, #3. Get OUT Now!!!!

You decide that there is no harm in drinking all of them, if nothing else, if to only prove a point. There is nothing happening. You are disappointed and angry. The minutes tick into hours and so forth. You are not feeling a thing, then you feel something sharp poking you in your butt. You reach around to retrieve your item. It then bites you on your finger and twice on your hand.

The three bites all swell up to reveal they are becoming poisonous and the burning, oh how the burning is becoming intense. You see some leather gloves and try to put them on without success. The next thing that happens, makes you wonder if you truly are doomed for drinking all three of the bottles together.

A man appears from the closest, where the bodies (in your dreams/nightmares fell out and started stacking up near and nearer to you) even though when you woke up, there were no dead bodies. The man is dark and shadowy, carrying a physician's bag and clutching it closely to their chest, as though their lives depended on it.

You are trying to speak or scream or make a noise with your voice, but your voice is useless, when you have no voice or vocal cords. You feel your throat and all that you see is blood, and an empty hole where your parts of your voice box have been ripped out. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, that is not point. The man who you think is a doctor, is only another one of those who you are imagining is there, yet they are from one of the many horror movies you so wanted to see, and they are acting out your worst nightmares in real time.

The blood rushes through your fingers, as your body starts to become unraveled and you fall to pieces, in a pile of many different things all at once.

The bottles warned you, with the fine print being tiny enough for your eyes to overlook them. You reach out with your last breath and clawing and struggling to breath.

You tear through the plastic covers as you gasp for air and before you look down to see the floor starting to fall as the flames rise higher and it gives way to nothing below it.

You scream and close your eyes.