Chapter Twenty-Five
Shattering Glass
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Howie found himself standing at the end of a dimly lit room after being pulled
through the opening in the shelves in the office area. The room was very long
and every other place on the walls was a mirror, then a door, each reaching to
the ceiling. The ceiling was made of mirrors as was the floor giving the room a
creepy look.
Howie slowly started to walk across the room, a weird feeling growing inside of
him as he did. His shoes squeaked on the floor, like it had just been polished.
“Why do I have a bad feeling about this,” Howie said under his breath.
Just then, a wind blew through the room and the lights flickered a little bit.
Howie held his breath, waiting for something to happen. Nothing did. He sighed
with some relief and started to walk again.
“Is this room getting longer or something?” he thought.
Maybe it wasn’t his imagination. Howie stared straight ahead as he walked and
noticed that in fact, the room was getting longer, as if to prevent him from
getting out at all.
Just then he heard a rumbling noise coming from somewhere. Howie whipped
around, trying to distinguish where it was coming from. “What the hell was
that?”
The noise stopped but a couple second later it started up again. This time Howie
looked down at the floor and gasped. A reflection of a black sky with lightning
flashing across it was coming from up above. Howie looked up quickly but all he
saw was a ceiling filled with mirrors, no trace of the thundering sky anywhere.
Howie looked down again, the reflection was gone.
He shook his head and said, “I must be going crazy or something.”
Howie walked a little bit more, hoping that the lengthening of the room would
stop, it didn’t though. “Might has well give up fighting it.”
Suddenly, he felt the room go extremely hot, like he was sitting in a furnace. The
mirrors began to fog up and Howie began to struggle to breath because of the
heat. He was starting to sweat also, the heat was unbearable.
“What is going on? Is this like a torture room?” he thought.
Howie happened to look up just then and what he saw almost made him scream.
The mirror on the ceiling was reflecting a fire throughout the whole room
surrounding him. “What the.....”
Howie looked around and saw nothing. Just then, the unbearable heat stopped
and the room returned to a normal temperature. Howie looked up at the ceiling
again, the mirror reflected nothing, all he saw was himself.
“What is this place? What is going on in here?” he said aloud.
Howie looked at the mirrors surrounding him on the walls. He slowly walked up
to the one in front of him and stared at his reflection. Right before his eyes, the
image suddenly changed and showed a distorted reflection of himself. He
stumbled backwards from the sickening sight and looked at it again, the mirror
showed his normal self again.
“Ok, what can I do to get out of here, this isn’t very fun anymore. “I’m done
playing this “Game”!!” he yelled out.
As soon as Howie said that, the room became deathly quiet. He waited anxiously
for something to happen. That’s when all the doors on the walls began to rattle
slightly, like something was banging on them. They began to rattle louder,
shaking in their hinges. Howie backed up into the center of the room and stared
around, wide-eyed.
The doors were shaking even more now, a loud booming noise echoing through
the room each time they were hit from the other side. The door in front of Howie
began to splinter from the force it was receiving. The mirrors next to the doors
started to crack from the shaking also. The cracks started from the bottom and
went upwards, distorting the reflections of everything. The doors began to groan
under the weight of whatever was on the other side.
Howie was trembling, scared of what was on the other side of each door. “Oh
God...please....let me out of here!!”
A hole was pounded through the one door and a bloody hand stuck through it.
The blood from it dripped on the clean mirror, starting to form a pool.
Throughout the whole room, the doors were splintering and blood was starting
to splash onto the floor from whatever was coming through.
The mirrors continued to crack and shook violently. The doors were almost
totally broken through now, bloody figures could be seen through slightly, their
blood was forming rivers across the floor. Howie knelt in the middle of the room,
his head down, refusing to look.
“Don’t let me die like this,” he said softly.
Just then, with one last hard force coming from the figures, the doors fell open,
the glass surrounding Howie shattered to the floor, and the room plunged into
darkness.
Chapter Twenty-Six - Cracks In The Floor
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