She realized she hadn't been breathing and took four deep breaths, letting the wind slip through her lips - a lullaby. The terror kept her glued to the ladder, white-knuckles on the slick bloody rungs. The darkness slithered through the corridors, occasionally throwing up tendrils of light..teasing. She was alone.
She ran her fingers over her chest and felt her heart pounding. She was surprised by its power. Like someone was kicking her from inside.
She could hear the rats, ticking. Their nails and teeth clacking on the hard ground. She knew that there were thousands of them. She knew they would eat anything - including each other. They were waiting for the drops of blood. Building up an appetite.
The door was locked and she wasn't sure if she could make it, but she had to try. She placed one tentative foot on the rung beneath her. Her entire body revolted against it. And then the first finger slipped.
Hahahaha. This was great. I personally have no fear of rats, nor spiders, nor any number of creepy varmints. Not admitting what I AM afraid of...when you find it, I will scream very loudly, promise.ReplyDelete
But I did enjoy the inch by inch build up of terror, even the surprising fact that those damn rats were clacking their teeth on the ground, like old rodents whose dentures had worked loose.
Where was this piece during halloween?
Hahahaha. Loved this.
Thanks Erin. This piece was saved as a draft and forgotten about on Halloween. ;)ReplyDelete
Wow, that's exactly how I used to feel as a kid after a terrifying nightmare and trying to run to my mother's room in the dark.ReplyDelete
Thanks Pam. I used to have the 'need to scream, but can't make any noise' nightmares. Scary.Delete