My eyes had slightly adjusted to the darkness of the room now. I could tell that the room was pretty much empty apart from me, this chair and two square holes which were placed in the wall. Then I heard something. Footsteps. Two pairs of footsteps. Somebody was approaching the room, for what reason I did not know. But I was sure I was about to find out.
One of the men behind the footsteps spoke up.
“D-Don’t you think this is a bit harsh?” choked out a high pitched, quivering male voice.
“Just get the job done, and get it done NOW!” Roared back the deep, intimidating voice of the second male.
“Y-Y-Yes sir,” replied the trembling voice of the first male. “Whatever you ask for.”
I could hear the shuffling of boxes, the sound of footsteps rose again, fading slowly into the air as the men walked away until I could hear them no more. But then I saw it. The first fly. It flew up into the air and circled the room. I almost forgot to breathe. I could feel a burning sensation to itch surging through my body from head to toe; I just had to scratch. I tried to scratch my arm with my right hand, but it wouldn’t move. I looked down and remembered that I was strapped firmly to the chair and no matter how hard I pulled and tugged, trying to get free, it just wouldn’t work. It was physically impossible.
By the time I had tried to stop focusing on my itch and tried to focus on something else, I looked up in the room and I could see hundreds of flies, swarming the air and pouring out of the square boxes in the wall I saw earlier. I screamed a high pitched, window shattering scream as the sensation to scratch became too much and at that moment, a fly dashed away from the swarm and flew right down the back of my throat. It started to choke me as it tried to get further and further down my throat. I could still feel its flapping wings scratching against my throat. Coughing and spluttering, I tried desperately to get the fly out of my throat. After what seemed like a lifetime, one final cough forced the fly out of my throat. I took in a deep breath of air through my nose as I could finally breathe properly again. A gush of relief flowed through my body, but little did I know, the worst was yet to come.
I slowly raised my eyes up, fearful of what I was about to see. It was like a sea of black waves. The air was filled with flies which were all coming down towards me, landing on every inch of my skin. I was terrified, I had the need to scratch all over and I wanted to scream. But I didn’t dare, as I already knew the consequences of that. Tears were now pouring out of my burning red eyes and were falling down my fly filled cheeks as I had to sit here and bear this horrific feeling. I struggled desperately trying to break my hands free from this chair and get the vile things off me. But the more I writhed, the tighter the rope seemed to get. Once I had finally realised that this was not going to work, I shut my eyes tight and tried to block out the feeling. My wrists were sore and I could feel blood dripping down from them. I cried silently, tears flowing down my face; I prayed to god that this nightmare would end, one way or another. If death was the only way out then so be it, but I’d rather it happened sooner rather than later.
Just knowing that the flies were on me made my skin crawl. I could feel some of them biting away at me, like they were the lion and I was the prey, and they hadn’t eaten for days. I bit my lip as I held in the urge to scream; the pain was becoming too much to tolerate. My eyes started to go blurry and my body started to feel weak. I think my body was giving up on me now. I wasn’t surprised; it had suffered enough. I knew that, eventually, that my body wouldn’t be cope and that surely I would slowly, painfully die.
Just as I thought I was about to pass out, I saw something moving in the corner of my eye. I raised my eyes up towards what I had seen. I waited a few seconds for my eyes to get their focus back, and then I screamed at the top of my lungs. I wailed and cried out an ear-piercing shriek which I’m sure would have deafened anybody within 100 metres of me, not caring anymore about the flies which still clung onto my skin like they were holding on for dear life. A fly the size of my fist had just flown through the hole in the wall. My blood froze in my veins as I stared at the lethal looking fly soaring around the room, desperately flapping its wings, which seemed too weak to hold it up for long. I watched it circle the room a few times then I saw it slowly coming towards me. I screamed again, crying at the same time, frantically struggling to get myself out of this chair. Every inch of my body was begging to be scratched, even my eyes were burning fiercely. The fly was getting closer and closer and I was struggling harder and harder, pushing my head back as far as it could go to keep as far away from this thing as possible, but to my disgust, the fly kept getting closer and closer and I couldn’t move an inch. Then, to my horror, the fly came face to face with me and stared, a burning stare, right into my eyes. My heart jumped out my chest. I was petrified. I had stopped squirming, daring not to move as I stared into the small, black, beady eyes of the fly. I could see its pointy white fangs, which were as sharp as a samurai sword, poking out of its mouth and I remembered something. I had heard about these flies, they could suck out your blood, and kill you, if you were left with the wound for too long.
I shut my eyes tightly and opened them to see if I was dreaming. But it was still right there, flapping its wings, which were as long as my fingers, in front of my face. I could’ve sworn that it gave me a smug, evil like grin as it flew slowly below eye level and towards my neck which was sweating heavily from fear. I had started shaking due to the state of shock I was in. The fly had landed on my neck, its feet scratching against my neck as it was walking around, looking for a place to dig in its huge, sharp fangs. Tears were silently falling from my eyes but I stayed deadly still, quietly praying Maybe, if it thought I was dead, it wouldn’t bite me; well that’s what I thought. I could have never been so wrong.
I felt the fly come to a dead halt on my neck. Had it worked? Was it going to pick up its huge size wings and fly away? I prayed that I was right. But then I heard something, like a mysterious, hushed laugh, then the fly plunged its fangs into my poor neck. My eyes shot open alarmed and wide . My back stiffened. I could feel my present life being life being sucked away; my past was flashing before my eyes and my future was fading away.
The beast removed its fangs and flew back up past my face and to the ceiling, with all the little flies following behind its tail, detaching themselves from my skin. My body felt lifeless; I was numb all over. Blood was spraying out of the hole the demented fly had left in my neck. I had become drowsy and sharp pains were shooting through my head. I tried desperately to keep my eyes open, but the feeling to close them had beaten me. I slowly shut my eyes, all the pain in my body was lifted away, and I passed out, my head still locked into its upright position.
When I woke up I was in hospital, full of people surrounding my bed side. The doctors told me I was lucky to be alive. If my phone hadn’t had a tracking device in it and my friend hadn’t noticed I wasn’t with the group, I wouldn’t be alive. All my friends and family had come to see me. Questions came at me from all directions.
I opened my eyes.
“Are you alright?” I heard one voice ask.
“What happened?” I heard another
“Do you know how you got there?” asked a friendly voice. I just closed my eyes and shook my head, drifting in and out of sleep.
I couldn’t tell anybody what had happened- I never have. But it will always be there, pushed to the back of my head, haunting me. Whenever I hear somebody say ‘Room 101’ a shiver runs down my spine. I, Rebecca Gayle, had survived Room 101 and lived to tell the tale. Some people think I’m one of the lucky ones. Personally, I thought I was one of the unlucky ones. I had to face room 101 and to this day, I can still remember every thought, live every feeling and remember all the pain. If you ask me, I’m not lucky at all.
