I yawned and rubbed my eyes wearily, turning over in bed, only to realise I wasn't wrapped in my warm covers, but I was lying on a cold, hard floor in a pitch black room.
I sat up abruptly and tried to regain my senses. Then I remembered what had happened. I felt the space around me, but there was no sign of my friends.
'Jen? Tyler? Kirsty?'
I called out into the darkness. No reply. All I heard was my own voice echoing, whispering eerily, almost as if it were mocking me.
I quickly got to my feet and looked around. Well, tried. It was so dark, I couldn't make out my own hand in front of my face.
I gingerly stepped forward, my hands out in front of me and my eyes darting around even though I couldn't see anything. Every footstep echoed, gradually fading away into silence. It seemed like there was nothing there. There was no escape.
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What think?
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The Room
Short StoryI don't know where I am. I don't know what's going on. All I know is that I need to get out. I guess I should explain what's happened, although some of it is a mystery. I'll start before any of this happened. Before we were taken to 'The Room'.
