He opened his eyes. He wasn’t home, everything was dark, and he was on a cold floor.

He couldn’t remember getting to this place, whatever this place was. He did remember arriving home late the night before, or was it two nights?! But after that… nothing. His mind was blank. He had no recollection of ever going to bed, only a faint notion of something out of place, something that had gone wrong.

He glared into the darkness that surrounded him, waiting for his eyes to get used to the dark, but for a reason or other they did not. It all remained dark. He slowly walked forward, trying to find a wall of some kind, or any other thing that might give him a clue to where he was.

            After about a 10 minute walk he gave up. Wherever he might be, it surely wasn’t his home.

He slowly went over his cloths, he was wearing from what he could make out the same cloths he had worn coming to his home. He also still had his shoes on. He crouched to feel the floor he was walking on. It appeared to be a cold tiled floor. There was no air current from what he could tell and nothing else he could use to orientate himself.

Fear slowly crept up to him, smothering him like a blanket. Engulfing him completely, and panic slowly overcame him. The thought of a life in darkness without ever knowing how or why he was there was too much to bare.

Just as tears came down his face and a complete feeling of helplessness came over him, a small light appeared in front of him. He blinked a couple of times in surprise and tried to make out where he was. He wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand and got up on his feet.

            He tried to get a clue on his surroundings, but the light was too dim to be of any use. It stood out in the complete darkness it looked like a candle in a vast sea of darkness, Barley viewable.

He went towards the light on impulse. Not wanting to stay in this complete darkness any longer. He did not stop to think how it came to be that a light now illumed the place where darkness only used to be.

            He carefully walked towards the light suddenly noticing how slippery the tile floor was. He on impulse looked down to his feat only to remember it did no good, he could not see them. He glanced back to the where the light was only to find it was now further away. He picked up his pace but the light just kept on moving away from him. He broke into a run, only to slip and fall face first on the hard tile floor.

            His face hurt all over, but he took no notion of it. All he cared about was the light. He looked up to see it was now just a very small dot in the distance; he cursed at his clumsiness and quickly got to his feet. Something hot trickled on his face. He distractedly wiped it away and continued in a fast pace after the light. Then the light vanished.

He was back at square one. In the dark, alone he shouted out his frustration. The shout echoed back at him from everywhere. He looked around, was he in a tunnel of some sort then?

            As he looked around him for any clues another light shone in front of him. This time it had the shape of a door. As if someone opened a door on the outside leading to this place. But also this time, even though the light was many times stronger then the light he had seen before, he could not see anything of his environment. Normal light moves as a wave reaching something and then moving back, this light seemed to be stuck. It stayed at one place casting no shadows or light onto other things.

            He walked towards it. But instead of getting closer the door appeared farther away. He stopped abruptly, and so did the movement of the door shaped light. He took some steps back the light stayed at the same place. He now took a few stapes forward and the light moved away. He cursed; this was some kind of sick joke. Someone was playing a joke on him, and that someone would pay.

            He was in an endless darkness again, the source of light disappearing as abruptly as it came.

“Whoever this is, I’m on to your stupid game” He screamed at the open air, to no one in particular.

It felt good to hear some noise, in the empty silence around him, even if it was his own voice. Everything was better then that cursed silence. The echo slowly faded, the dark silence returning to claim victory.

            He sat on the floor, now that he could aim his hate against something; it stopped the fear creeping up to him.

Light dazzled him coming from everywhere at once, leaving him blinded. He closed his eyes, the light burning them as if he was staring at the sun. Slowly, he opened his eyes. The light was somewhat dimmed now, and he could see his surroundings. He looked around and saw just the tiled floor for kilometers around him, the light not reaching everywhere and so in places it did not, darkness sat, waiting to take over the frail light once more.

            He looked in front of him, and saw a figure standing there. A sudden rush of fear came over him, but he was quick to repress it, and walked towards the figure determined to get answers. Something trickled along side his nose, he wiped it and looked at his hand. It was covered in blood, probably from the fall he had earlier. He left it at that, there was nothing he could do at the moment anyhow.

He reached the figure, his mouth fell open and he stared gaping.

            In front of him stood the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. She stood in font of him like a frail bird, naked. He stared at her in awe, not able to remove his eyes from her. Her face was the sweetest face he had ever seen, a face that seemed ageless. Her eyes shone with a bright light, her lips a natural red color. Her body was the way he imagined the perfect body to be. In fact this woman was the way he pictured the perfect woman. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. No not a woman a goddess, someone born to walk with gods not mortals.

            He could not talk; he only stared at her, not able to move all his earlier thoughts gone. Only one thought remained, a thought for her. A craving for this woman, he wanted her. More than anything he had ever known before he wanted her. All thoughts of pain from his fall, thoughts for escape, were gone.

She smiled, revealing a perfect set of white teeth. Her smile was that of a goddess, beautiful, pure. A smile people fight for, a smile people kill for, a smile everyone would gladly die for.

            She slowly walked towards him, her perfect body shaking with every move, making her even more beautiful if that was even possible. When she reached him she took his hand and kissed his hand. He did nothing; he could only stare at her, losing himself in those amazing beautiful eyes. She started licking his hand, and he only then realized how much he wanted her, how much he wanted to make love to her. If there was only one thing he could do one wish it would be to make love to this goddess. All his thoughts were gone, there was only she. Without knowing what he was doing, he grabbed her and held her close to him, a burning desire within him. He grabbed her amazing body going over it in disbelief, and kissed her hard on her mouth. He looked at her; a drop of blood was on her cheek. His blood he realized.    Everything came back to him. He pushed her away, it was the hardest thing he had ever done. Every part of him wanted just one thing, this woman. The part of his mind that was screaming something was wrong was now suddenly heard, and he understood this could not be. The fantasy cracked, he didn’t believe it. Slowly he noticed the woman faded, an urge to hold her before she disappeared, passed through him, and for a second she was real again. But he pushed the thought away, and the woman disappeared from sight completely as if she had never been there in the first place.

 “I know your tricks now, you bastard!” He screamed “you will never trick me! I will beat you” His voice echo bounced around in the empty place.

            Suddenly all light faded, as well as his echo, and darkness loomed over him once more. Everything was quite dark and lonely. He sat down on the floor and felt like weeping.

He heard a small noise. He looked all around him. It was the first time he had heard anything in this place, outside his own echo. Gradually the noise grew louder and louder. At first it sounded like a buzzing. But slowly he could make out a voice. It was a metallic voice as if it was not human but rather a computer, it was laughing. Not a hearty laugh but a hollow shallow one, as though it was but a shadow of a laugh, a mere reminder of an old dark laugh, and it grew louder. It came from everywhere, crashing like a sea at storm, drowning everything. It gradually grew so loud he could here nothing but the laugh; his own thoughts were drowned by the laugh.

His ears rang loudly, pain filling them. He couldn’t tell if his cries of pain were audible or not.

The laughing did not reside, it continued on growing even louder. The pain in his ears was unbearable he clutched at his ears trying to block out the sound, but it had no use the sound tore through his fingers as if they were but air. Fluid ran out his ears and over his fingers. He fell to the ground unconscious.


            He moaned. He was in his bed, his soft comfortable bed. Light shone through the window and birds outside were tweeting. It sounded like music to his ears. He breathed a sigh of relief.

It was all but a dream; he rubbed his ears they still seemed to have a memory of ringing. He slowly got up smiling, feeling uplifted. He walked to his bathroom. He lifted the toilet seat and urinated. He let the toilet run and turned to the sink, opening the tap. He let the water run over his fingers. The cool water felt good. He took some water in his hands and washed his face.

            He looked at the basin. The water was not transparent but red with blood. He looked at the water in fear and slowly raised his head afraid of what he would find staring back at him. He lifted his head and looked at his reflection in the mirror.

A shout escaped his lips. Staring back at him from the mirror was a face covered in blood. The blood had run down from his nose part of which had dried. He had one puffed eye and his cheek was reddened and swollen. Hardened yellowish liquid ran down from his ears to his face. He stared at the mirror in shock, and the pain slowly returned. It was always there he was just too happy to notice it.

“NO!” he muttered to himself.

            Slowly the bathroom faded in front of him. He turned and saw the room slowly vanishing in front of his eyes. Everything disappeared until he was standing alone once again, in the dark. A small noise slowly grew louder. He grabbed his ears as tight as he could; he had heard this noise before.

“Wake me up” he begged “someone, please wake me up”

Around him the laughter grew louder and louder…


This is your typical horror story. I wrote it in 2005 and back then thought it was great, years later I decided it wasn’t all what I thought it was. This story was actually one of the easiest stories to write; usually I don’t need to spend endless hours in front of the screen to come up with ideas. I have many floating everywhere and my biggest problem is actually sitting down and writing all of them. This one came when I was looking into the mirror and imagined some creepy laughter… It actually has the feel of an old star trek episode to it. (2005)


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