As I began advancing towards the piano, I noticed three bright shafts of light hitting the floor. The light had come from behind me. In a swift movement I turned around. Gaping, I noticed the most peculiar thing. Feeling bewitched; I couldn’t avert my attention from it. Staring in disbelief of not having noticed the wall earlier, I shook my head. It was a very unordinary. Carmine coloured wood, solid, but carved into with a lacy pattern that let in the flickering of light. It was like a wooden screen without hinges. As I advanced towards it to study it more carefully, a cold draft of wind swept past me grazing my skin with its iciness. Touching my arm I felt the prickliness of my skin. “There’s something behind there!” I found myself exclaiming. Due to the emptiness of the room my voice echoed against the walls. Running my hands along the carved surface I felt shaky. The wall felt scaly like snake’s skin. The closer I got to the end; I realized that in actual fact there were hinges in this artistic wall. Removing my hand, I looked at it, as well as my fingers feeling numb, they were covered in dirt and dust leaving them gray. Dusting of my hand I thought about what I was going to do. The cold atmosphere, which was being radiated from the screen, was much more over powering than the friendly heat. My body urged me to try to push open the screen, however my mind tried stopping me. I felt like an intruder in this room, and maybe unwanted. A jolt of reality hit me. This house is mine, I could do what I wanted and I could go where I wanted!
I wanted to shake of my fear. My breath quickened, my mouth went dry. I pushed open the wooden screen. Firstly pushing with all my might I tried to open the creaky and awfully rusty screen. It was now ajar, creating just enough room for me to fit through. Trembling, with my heart thudding in my ears I had no idea as to why I was so nervous. This room I was currently in was so comforting and warm. The other room couldn’t have been unpleasant. However an instinct in my mind told me that I was wrong, very wrong.
Closing my eye and taking a deep breath I slid in with my back against the frostiness of the wood. Feeling a blow of cold wind I knew I was in the other half.
Still leaning against the screen, I felt myself falling back. Abruptly my eyes flew open. Breath escaped my mouth. I felt as if I had been punched in my stomach. I turned to face the screen, understanding what had happened, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. The screen had closed shut. I pushed against it to open it. An open screen gave me a somewhat sense of security. Pushing with the same amount of force I had earlier used, I tried to budge open the door. Strain surged through my body. It didn’t move. Not even by a fraction. Panic rose in my throat. My voice, my scream, trapped in my body. Shoving the door with my bare hands I tried every thing I could do to release myself. Not knowing what was behind me, tears once again welled into my eyes. Sobbing and knowing that I was trapped in this chilly room, I was unsure if I wanted to see what was behind me. Sniffing, slowly and silently I turned around. Having no idea of what to expect, I prepared myself for the unexpected.
What I saw startled me. White painted walls. On which hung, large medieval tapestries. The place was frightening, the cathedral silence, snowy whiteness and the dust smell haunted the room. The ceiling felt much higher than it was before, looking up I noticed that there was a huge portrait painted onto the ceiling. The taste of my salty, bitter tears began to make me feel sick. I felt like I had sinned and was being locked in here as a punishment. Hoping that shortly my parents would come to my rescue, I looked around at the paintings on the wall more closely. All the paintings were of people. Unfriendly people. People of all ages and races but mostly women. They wore huge authentic looking gowns covered in jewels. Faces and expressions as hard as stone. Looking all around me, I noticed that not one smiled a friendly smile, however one of evil and mischief.
Wiping of stale sweat from my forehead I pushed my back as close to the screen as I could. I was still in vague desire of the screen opening, and releasing me from this prison. But I knew it was hopeless. I felt a presence of a supernatural spirit in this room. A cold aura was present. My nerves and fear built up even more. Feeling a mixture of emotions, I thought I was hallucinating. Not being able bear the eerie deafening silence, I tried in desperation to scream. Perhaps someone some where will hear me. Inhaling air to fill my lungs. I screamed. The scream came out more like a sound of a cat being strangled. My own voice frightened me as it continued to sound across the surface of the whole room. Again focusing my attention to the old tapestries, I felt a new fear. Inching across the wooden screen, I tried to get to the corner of the room. As I did so I noticed all the eyes following me. The room was totally empty besides the tapestries, yet felt so crowded. With all pairs of eyes following my every move, I turned my face upward to see if the face of the evil women above me was also watching me. Proving my suspicion right I looked back straight ahead of me. The unfamiliar faces caused queasiness in the pit of my stomach feeling naked, exposed and unsafe. A cold sweep of air brushed past me, leaving my hair disheveled. Standing still like a statue with my back pressed into the wall, a nauseous feeling passed across my whole body.
The sun was now setting from what I could see, the room gradually grew darker. The original shafts of light, which had drawn my attention to the room, had now vanished. From where I now stood in the room, the faces of the room were closing in on me. Slowly, they laughed. Laughed at my state of mind. All colours drained from my face. Walls, closing in on me like the darkness. I desperately tried to draw in oxygen from the small space, which had me caged in like an animal. Darkness was dawning upon the room more rapidly, the three walls closing in on me much faster, reckless faces looking bloodthirsty. The lack of space was strangling me. A pair of blood shot eyes glared at me. I dropped. Going limp I found myself staring at the vindictive pair of eyes right above me, the ceiling had also closed in on me aswell. I was lying in a box, big enough to be my coffin. I could feel the breath of the women above me, icy and sour. My inert body lay still and hopeless. As I blinked one last time as darkness and numbness enveloped me, my heavy eyelids shut. Not knowing if they were going to ever open again.
