Hallway of Rooms (Part 3 of a Series)

By Julia M.

You can read Part 1 of this series here and Part 2 here.

I sat on the floor rattling the lock, trying to break it open. Eventually, with the thin, inside part of my pen, I successfully picked the lock. I heard the relieving sound of a click! and pulled the lock off. Opening the trapdoor, I looked down to see a small staircase leading into a kitchen. I found it odd but proceeded into the room anyway.

As I looked around, I found myself in a cozy, dimly-lit home. Everything was tidy, as if it was specifically set up for someone. I made my way back to the trapdoor, brought my items into the kitchen, and placed them on the marble countertop. Opening the fridge door, I found it stocked with fresh food. My stomach growled at the sight of it. I hadn’t thought about how long I’d been in here until now. It’s probably been days… I desperately wanted to eat everything, but I just couldn’t. The circumstances seemed too perfect. It felt like I was being set up.

I decided to find a place to rest instead. I knew there had to be bedrooms somewhere in this house. After searching every room, I finally found the bedroom. It was large and even led to a bathroom. The bed was neatly tucked in, with not a wrinkle in sight. My only complaint was the slightly old scent of the room. It smelled like it had sat there for years without being touched. Although, if that was true, I wouldn’t be too surprised.

Assuming this would be my new home, I got comfy. I was able to find every necessity I needed: from clothes to toothpaste. As I grew tired, I crawled into the king-sized bed, and pulled the blankets up to my chin. Just as my eyes fluttered shut a slow, tapping noise began.

To be continued in Part 4