Snippets

V. Sisters

The ventilators were at the top of the ten feet walls. Ethereal glow of the moon flooded through them, lighting up her path. Clasping her right hand over her nose, she marched towards the door.

The cries got louder and louder as she approached the door. Fear gripped her mind as she tried to focus herself from getting out of here.

Pulling the door wide open, the high-pitched wailing sound pierced her ears as her hands flew to cover them.

"Who is it?"

The weeping halted.

The stench of rotting thing remained.

"Alicia..."

Something whispered her name.

Her eyes widened as she started to feel her heart jackhammering inside her chest. The absurdness of the situation made her skin crawl. Despite the coldness, sweat broke out on her forehead and arms.

"WHO'S HERE?"

No reply came to her this time. But the cries resumed, this time even louder.

Her ears started to hurt and before she could realize, her own bawls of agony started to mix with the unknown, painful cries.

It stopped again.

"Alicia..."

Sobbing, she used the back of her hands to wipe off the tears. "Who is it? Why am I here?"

"Don't you remember me, Ali?"

Blood inside her veins froze. Involuntarily, her eyes widened as no tears left her eyes. Her breathing had caught in her throat. A sheer panic began to settle inside of her.

Only one person called her 'Ali'.

Her sister.

And she was dead.

"Jess..." she whispered, incredulously.

No, it can't be possible.

She closed her eyes and forced herself to remember anything she did before she woke up in that room.

But in complete vain.

"Do you remember now, Ali?"

"This is impossible! Whoever you're, show yourself! My sister died two years ago." She screamed on the top of her lungs.

The door she came from slammed shut, making her jump two feet in the air. The foul smell grew. The cries began.

The wailing had turned into more like high-pitched screeches and it made her wince in pain again and she used both her hands to protect her ears from damage.

Her breathing quickened as she ran her way through the locked door in front of her.

Banging her fists over it, she cried for her freedom.

"Jess died. She jumped off a building! Let me go."

"No, she didn't!" The mystery voice roared making her shrink in the corner. The scream stopped again.

She turned around to see a dark, shadow-like figure standing in the room. No part of its face was distinguishable. It's armed limp beside its torso that was covered with a tattered white dress. Something was dripping from its fingers around its feet.

Blood.

The door was still shut and there was no way anyone could enter the room from anywhere else.

For a moment, her lungs forgot how to work. The pulse that was thundering against her skin, was still.

The smell of rotting substance filled the air. It was getting difficult for her to breathe. The smell was tangible now. She could almost taste it and it made her dry heave on the floor.