Short Horror Story - Dark Rooms

The past two days I've been writing now and then on a short horror story that I call "Dark Rooms". Check I'll post it here, and also a link to my deviantart where you can fav it if you have a dA :)


DARK ROOMS

It was a single room, too dark to know if anything was in it due to the lack of anything to shed light. The darkness was so deep that it seemed that the walls and ceiling were too scared to stand there and seemed to cling to each other for comfort.

A noise came from the room, a small rustling noise as if someone moved. It seized, then started again but this time it was more intense. It went on for a while and seized again, only to be followed by a big thud and a yelp.

Cursing echoed through the room, the thing that had created the thud had hurt itself in the fall. It moved and knocked over something metallic that rolled around for a few seconds, echoing slightly. The thing moving around seemed not to know where it was and no idea how to orientate through the room. It was fumbling through the thick darkness trying in desperation to find something to illuminate this darkness, to reveal this location that was a mystery to it.

Moving against the wall due to being scared of getting lost in the darkness, a door handle was finally found. As it was pressed down, the door it was connected to moved slightly. No light came from the area beyond the door, nothing to help the lost being.

Stepping out from the room it quickly felt some strange texture on the floor, if there even was any floor there at all. The thing was some kind of liquid, that thing was certain unless the senses were playing tricks. The being bent down to touch the liquid, it was slightly thick and stuck to the finger. Put the finger in the mouth, since it figured it was the only possible way to figure out what kind of liquid it was in this darkness. It had a faint taste of iron.

Without really knowing what it might be, the being continued to walk against the wall of what seemed to be a small hallway. There was soon a doorway, the door slightly open so it invited itself into this new room. The being started to feel around on the wall for anything that might turn on some kind of light, but in vain since the wall was completely blank. Strangely enough the surface was really smooth, as if the wall had never been touched before or if it was cleaned and smoothened constantly.

It moved around in the room for a few steps before walking straight into something hard, hitting the shinbone that was hard as rock. There was a silence, but the kind of silence where there was supposed to be a sound but it never came. The being clutched to its leg and was cursing with no voice. It was as if the darkness sucked up sound itself.

The being was confused about this, since noises were heard in the other room, but in this one they didn’t seem to exist at all. It opened its mouth to scream but it was a silent scream. No sound came out, not even the usual sound of breathing.

Making its way through the room to the hallway it came from, it stepped out and stood there for a while, hearing the sound of breathing, which was a comforting in this empty place, almost like an old friend keeping you company.

The smell of the liquid was filling the corridor the being was standing in, the smell was familiar but hard to place. Not wanting to go into the room with the suffocating darkness, it decided to go past that door and continued down the corridor, which felt like falling down an endless hole screaming but no one would hear.

“To escape…”

The being heard a voice but not a sound, instead it felt like it came from the darkness itself. The pressure of the voice was intense, almost crushing the being.

“To escape…”

It repeated as an echo, it was low and slithered its way into the soul wanting to crush it slowly, but not until it got what it wanted.

“…the darkness…”

More words were added by the same voice but the pressure was more intense than before, as if testing the being if it dared to listen to the whole sentence.
“…darkness…”

Only one word echoed this time but it wasn’t an echo in the corridor, rather an echo in the darkness itself, as if it moved with the words that were spoken by something non-existent.

“…give up…”

Now it seemed as if the darkness itself tried to crush everything in the corridor, it was so intense and horrifying. The being fell to its knees and hit the liquid that was on the floor, something in the liquid touched its knee, but was quickly gone.

“…your…”

It seemed the voice was coming to the end of the sentence, but so did the being feel about its own life too. Now it felt like the whole ocean was packed into this corridor of unknown size and was crushing the being under its pressure.

“…light”

The last word was spoken so low it wasn’t heard, rather the being felt the word. Just as the word had disappeared all the pressure disappeared and the ocean passed. It didn’t know what this sentence meant, ‘To escape the darkness give up your light’? What could that mean? It didn’t make sense. The only thing the being knew was that it wanted, was to escape this wretched darkness.

Even after the pressure of the voice had disappeared the words it had spoken were heavy, not on the body but on the soul. They were the salvation to the crushing darkness if they only could be understood, “To escape the darkness give up your light…” the being said as if seeking comfort from its own voice.

As a reaction to the words the liquid got warmed under the feet of the being, it also felt as if it was starting to move slightly. The being tried to move but noticed that the liquid had a grip of the feet. The liquid started to make its way up the feet and the leg as if it was a stream going upwards and against nature itself.

Panic spread through the being’s body now as the liquid started to make its way further up the body reaching the stomach, it tried to get the liquid off itself but it had a strong grip even though it was completely liquid at the same time. It reached the chest and started to spread to the arms, making it impossible to move at all.

As the liquid reached the throat all the blood in the being’s body reached the brain, thoughts rushing through the head, words coming to mind again. For some reason they made sense but all too late, the liquid had reached the face and filled the mouth, making it impossible to form words.

The liquid reached the nose and made its way up over the eyes, air was something of a luxury now but the being was poor.

‘I don’t need the light!’

Was the only thought going through the being’s mind,

‘I don’t need the light…’

The thought fading as the liquid was filling every empty space in the body, twisting the darkness into something even worse than before.

‘I don’t…’

Thoughts came slowly and it was like running up a muddy road in harsh rain.
‘…need…’

By now it had been completely covered by the liquid.

‘…the…light…’

It was making its way into every pore, every opening in the body. The body couldn’t hold it anymore, it felt like everything was about to burst…

“TAKE MY LIGHT!”

He shouted as he sat up in his bed that was soft and dry. The darkness was still there but it had no pressure and didn’t crush him at all. It had all just been a nightmare, just a nightmare. No light hit his eyes due to the eye protection he wore every night to be able to sleep, but now he longed for that light to hit his eyes and light his world.

Yawning and scratching his head, as he always did after he had woken up, then he proceeded to pull the eye protection off so the light could illuminate his world as it had always done every morning.

The eye protection hit the floor, his eyes widened in terror but they took in no light. The regular streetlight outside the window wasn’t there, neither were the outlines of the furniture. Nothing was there at all. The same darkness he had walked through was back again, the pressure was back and was crushing his soul.

Only one word came to mind, it was an echo that got louder all the time:

‘Light’



I hope you enjoyed the read, and here's the link to the deviation on dA
Dark Rooms