The Room Time Forgot I Story By Anvi, 12, Noida
Anvi Malik spins a chilling story of a girl who steps into an abandoned house only to discover she’s not alone. Read ‘The Room Time Forgot’ here.
The Room Time Forgot
– An untouched corner, a memory waiting to wake.
An Abandoned House
Trapped in a creepy, abandoned house during a stormy night. The wind howling outside and the floor creeks beneath your feet.
Scared out of my wits, I wandered around the eerie ruin. But for some reason, I found myself in the same hallways’ with every turn. Tried, fatigued and weary, I sank to the floor, my energy depleted. I glanced at my surroundings.
There was no doubt it was abandoned. Thunder painted the gloomy sky in sudden, bright streaks, with occasional glows making me jump.
Eerie Feeling
Presently, I heard a swift thud of heavy feet and felt eyes gazing at the back of my face. Uncomfortable and suddenly frightened, I got up and looked back. Nothing.
Continuing my inspection of the ominous atmosphere, I noticed an almirah, so forcibly driven against the jamb that part of the woodwork was splintered. I could see that the bolt of the lock had not been shot, rather the door was fastened from inside.
Other curious details about the room include cobwebs lingering in every available surface, antique furniture layered with dust. Water dripping out of a leaking faucet.
Anxious and more than a little afraid, I felt a sudden desire to get out of the chilling, miserable manor. Terrified, I made my way towards the doorway.
What happened next is a big blank in my head
I noticed puffy, red eyes coming towards me, faster and faster. A cruel smile on the lips. I streamed now crying and somehow, I remembered being on the floor.
I must have blacked out because, waking up I felt blood adorning my forehead. Wincing and now terribly scared, I started to cry.
How long I sat is a big mystery. Finally, I got up and told myself I was going upstairs, despite my nerves and to face my superstitious fears head on.
I broadened my shoulders, took a deep breath that sounded more resigned than determined and headed up the creaky stairways. I had to walk with caution, for several places were damaged, mutilated and badly splintered, lest I fall and bruise myself.
I noticed paintings as I made my way, reminding me of ancient portraits of kings hung in ancestral palaces.
Once upstairs, there were several bedrooms, making my way in one of them I saw that hideous, monstrous face, smiling devilishly at me.
Not afraid this time, I ducked when the creature attacked yet again. Okay, now I am paralysed by fear. With my rather clumsy reflexes I rushed into another room and locked it, with my heart in my mouth, sweat trickling down my spine. I gazed at this room.
This room was… different. Elegant and beautiful.
Red drapes covered the room and dry rose petals were scattered on the floor. Had I not been panic stricken I would have enjoyed the view.
This was understated.
Who knew a terribly damaged, haunting eerie mansion housed such a sophisticated and stylish room.
Once I thought the path was clear, I came out foolishly, continuing my inspection. I noticed ripped curtains, disembodied whispers, scampering rats and roaches.
Shaking with fear, I suddenly came in my senses and muttered about my witless decision:
“Better late than never,” I supposed and rushed downstairs, only to bear a blow on my head.
Pain seared my senses, and I passed out, unconscious…
Some places forget time. Others wait for someone to remember.
Would you have dared to open the door?
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