The first thing that hits me is the stench. A mixture of dead fish and rotting carcass, making the air stingy and hard to breathe. I'm so distracted by the smell, it takes a while before I notice that I'm in a completely unfamiliar place, surrounded by total darkness. I have lost sight.
I reach into my pocket, hoping to find the penlight I used as a keychain. I fumble with the tiny handle and click the button. There's a tiny flicker. enough for me to see that the room is quite large, with tall, boarded windows. Maybe an abandoned schoolhouse.
I wait for light to flood the room. For my sight to return. But for a terrible moment, nothing happens. My penlight isn't turning on. Tiny beads of sweat roll down my neck, drenching my shirt.
This place gives me the chills. I don't know where I am, but I do know that I have to get out soon.
That's when I hear the first screech. The screech of someone sharpening a knife. And footsteps, slow, getting louder every second. Someone is coming. I need to find an exit. There has to be a way out.
Taking a deep breath, I start running my fingers down against what I assume is a wall and feel for something, anything. My shaky fingers find a cool metal object and grasp it. A doorknob. I twist, only to experience excruciating pain and feel blood drip from my hand. The underside of the knob is jagged, like someone ripper the wood out with their bare hands. Even if the door wasn't locked, the knob would have been impossible to turn.
The truth finally hits me; there is no way out. I am going to die. My breathing gets louder as I collapse and lean against the wall. The inability of sight must be playing tricks on my mind, but I swear someone is right outside the door. Knife in his hand. Ready to kill.
And the doorknob slowly turns.
*Creative Writing Project