by Leigh Bennett

Created on: May 11, 2009

The Room

As the bright light first penetrated Janet's eyelids, she shut them tight against the intrusion and pulled the sheet over her head. I'm not ready to wake up yet, she thought. I don't even remember going to sleep. Then it hit her: she couldn't remember going to sleep. She bolted up, kicking the sheets off of the bed.

Her surroundings were unfamiliar to her. She lay in a small bed, dressed in simple white linens. The room was small and crowded and very odd. The walls were lined with packed cabinets and bookcases. However, she saw no windows or doors. There had to be something. How did I get in here?

She threw her feet off of the side of the bed and quickly wished for socks. The floor felt cold and sterile. She paced back and forth along the walls of the room, searching for any sign of an opening. Shelves reached all the way to ceiling and were packed with books, albums, and loose papers. There was a desk in the corner, covered in large messy stacks along with what appeared to be an old radio. Hung on the opposite wall was a poster sized mirror, framed in cherry wood.

Panic set in as she continued to pace the walls. She ran her hands along the ledges of the shelves and spaces in between, desperate for some semblance of an exit. She jumped on top of the bed and began to scan the ceiling, looking for anything that may resemble a way out.

"Hello?" she called out. "Can anyone hear me?" The sound of her voice faded out almost immediately after leaving her lips; the silence of the room had swallowed it whole. No echo, no fullness, only lifeless silence. There wasn't a soul in sight and paranoia settled in her mind. Janet had no explanation for how she had come to be alone in this room, yet she had the feeling she was being watched by someone or something. She began to hope that maybe it was part of some prank or some strange experiment. She saw the mirror. They (whoever they were) were watching her through the mirror. She jumped up and ran to grasp the wooden frame, expecting it to be a faade attached to the wall, but when she yanked the whole mirror came off in her hands, and there was only bare wall behind it. She threw the mirror aside and began to pound on the wall where it had been, screaming.

"Where am I? What do you want with me? Who are you? You sick bastards." Again the sound was swallowed by terrible silence. She kept hammering at the wall as hard as she could, hoping there would be a sign of

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