《The lost entries》december, 6, 2043 ( the black door )
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yesterday night, maybe around nine in the afternoon, Jane brought me thick cotton blankets and a stiff pillow. jane being jane, she snuck in an extra soft pillow for me. but no matter how much I adjusted or flipped my pillow, I couldn't sleep. I didn't complain though, even if the bed felt like a flattened rock because I knew that I would just have to adapt to the new conditions of the room.
jane came to my room early in the morning. her happy face had returned, a new shade of eyeshadow and thick lipstick was now on her face. she wore a new color of hair now, which was a deep brown.
"good mornin' sunshine! time to get up!"
I covered my head with what blanket I could, though it seemed about the size of an overly large napkin.
"oh, don't be like that!"
she yanked away from my covers, and almost swung me off the bed with it. well, that's one way to wake up. i swung my legs over the side, drowsily rubbing my eyes. why can't I just sleep the entire day...? it seems better than waking up and realizing I was.... here. jane was standing outside my door now, neatly folding the blanket to make an almost perfect square in her baby like fists.
i
" you better hurry. someone wants to talk with you."
there it was again!
her voice and posture had changed so drastically in a matter of seconds.
what was going on...?
i shook it off, not hoping for any... weird subjects today and followed jane bak through the snaking corridors of the giant building. we passed many doors, including some with the same colors or similar shade as mine. but.. there were a few with name plaques on them as well. there were more people here. i didn't get time to read the names before jane pushed me away with little than no effort whatsoever.
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"come on... no time for that."
the rest of the way, she pushed me, as my heels skidded across the ties floor, the red carpet no longer bolting me to t ground as it had done. i had noticed early on, that the further you go into the building, the less and less decor there is. things start turning pale, like plastic in the rain for several days. it seemed like it had rain in there, just because of the multiple greys and white and occasionally a deep black here and there. i felt like I was going through one of those spinning black and white striped circles, the kind that looked like they were moving, only they weren't.
when jane stopped pushing me, I looked back at her, and her face...
i don't know how to describe it. it was as if she was angry, sad, and all at the same time contained no emotion. her brown hair seemed to have a black hue to it now, no longer being a chocolate brunette color.
"Well don't just stand there child, go on in."
her finger pointed, and i had just realized... i was almost close to faceplanting on a black door. it hadn't been there before, surely...
but logically it had to be.
there were three six numbers on the door, and it seemed, to be the only door with numbers.
789231...
an odd combination to pick, but nevertheless, it sent a chill through my spine that didn't belong there. i look back, for maybe a small smile in jane's eyes, but ...
she was gone.
she left without a trace.
as if she never existed at all.
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i opened the door and silently began to shiver.
it was cold.
too cold.
as if Antarctica had somehow slithered its way into this singular room.the strangest part was that a large fire whipped between the stones, being the only light in the four-walled area.
multiple heads stood on the wall, all on fancy smoothed wooden pieces. and they weren't animal heads either.
upon the silky boards were... human.
human heads, all having a different expression...
what the f*** was I doing here....
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