I have come by tonight to submit my Friday Flash Fiction. I'm only 50 minutes late.
The Reckoning (I know, cheesy name, right?)
The silence was measured only by the ticking of the clock in
the hall. Darkness shrouded her as a thick, black fog. She looked down, seeing
that she was barefoot, clad only in a long, white nightgown.
She crept up the stairs, flinching at each creak. Her mind
buzzed numbly, wild with fear over what might be waiting for her at the top of
the staircase, but unable to cease her steady movement upward. She could sense
it there, crouching in the shadows, evil epitomized.
Her mind struggled to recall where she was. What she was
doing in this house, and why she felt drawn to the room at the far right of the
hallway. She realized with a white hot fear that she didn’t even know who she
was.
The hallway was black. The only light shone from underneath
the room she stepped toward, even as her consciousness begged her to run from
this hallway, this house, this nightmare.
A great rush of chilled air blasted from under the door, and
she shivered. She listened for any sound, but heard only the loud roar of
complete silence. She realized that the only thing she could do was turn that
antique knob, the old crystal kind, long covered over with debris and dust.
Her hand, trembling, reached out. Heat emanated from the
knob, hotter as she grew closer, but still her hand reached. Searing pain met
her fingers as she made contact, but she gripped it, turning it slowly until
the latch released and the heavy oak door fell open with a long, loud groan.
White light blinded her. The moment dawned as she beheld her
fate, that moment when everything in life comes into clarity. The moment for
regrets, for pleas of second chances, or even for quiet peace to a few.
She felt only fear.
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