by Boris Bacic
The dot of light in front of her grew and grew, until it turned into a rectangular, vertical slit and then took a clear shape of a door frame. Just a little longer now, come on. As she got closer, the source of light was somehow becoming thinner and she realized with dread that the reason for that was the fact that the door was closing. Terror coursed through her blood at the utter realization that the creaking came from the door itself and that it was slowly closing with each passing second, bringing her closer to being trapped inside this place.
“No, no, no, no!” she chanted repetitively to herself, as she sprinted towards the door.
But she was far too late. Just before she bumped into the door, the last vestiges of light disappeared and the door clicked loudly with an echo, instantly leaving her in complete and utter silence, save for her own panicked breathing.
“No! Open up! Michelle!” Daniella shouted, banging on the door with her palm as hard as she could, hysterically calling her sister’s name over and over.
She fumbled for the doorknob, but found none. It was just a plain, wooden door with no doorknob and no lock. She banged on the door until her hands started throbbing with pain and when she finally stopped banging and the adrenaline subsided from her body, the meager panic which was previously present, gradually started to overtake her, building up like slow-boiling water.
Okay, okay. I’ll go back to the apartment and then return and find a way to open the door. Then I’ll find and rescue Michelle. She was starting to hyperventilate as she made that thought.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the sound of steady footsteps echoing upon the concrete floor behind her, slowly approaching her. She froze in place, trying not to even breathe. The footsteps stopped right behind her and Daniella heard her own frantic breaths through her nose, as tears flowed down her cheeks.
She mustered all the remaining courage she had and ever so slowly, turned around, pointing the torch of the phone in front of herself with a jerky motion. There was nothing there. She stared at the encroaching darkness and slowly moved her phone down, revealing a set of footprints of what looked like pointy shoes on the ground, ending right in front of her. Footprints which came from a different set of shoes than hers.
She moved her phone back up, but before she could process what she was looking at, a face leapt out in front of her.
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