Emerge in a room, bringing everything but your senses. Forget about the five things that give purpose to inanimate objects as you follow the story of a person who finds themselves in a situation with no memories, and no sense of how to escape.


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I am trapped in a room. There is no light, and therefore there is nothing for my eyes to rest on. Although, I wonder if there is anything to be seen at all. I feel around the room, trying to find some sort of wall or possibly a door. Preferably a door. There is nothing. I know I must be in a room, seeing as there was no moon above to illuminate the space around me. I can feel the floor under my feet, but when I reach down to touch it with my still fingers, there is nothing beneath me. I stand back up, aware that I am myself and not a figment in another unintelligible dream. I seem to be surrounded by something, yet only the black air is around me. Perhaps the darkness itself is having a now physical effect.

This allows my mind to wander, thinking up possibilities of what could be in the unseen. My imagination controls my conscious thought as I play in my head some of my greatest fears. They start simple, with the thought of spiders above me or beneath me, ready to drop and slide their legs over my cool skin. I imagine myself walking a tightrope over the tallest building imaginable. One step to the side and I will meet my death.  My thoughts turn dark and to less petty fears, and I am soon creating true horror out of nothing but a dark room. It is strange what a simple room can do, yet it may not be so simple after all. It drives me mad not being able to see, and I continue walking trying to use my sense of touch to make up for it.

Because I cannot find anything to rest my hand on, I try to use yet another sense to decipher the room: smell. There is no scent, which is not a thing I ever thought I would have to experience. I remember how cold I am, but that chill is not coming from the room itself. This eerie revelation forces my mind back into the same fearful imagination. I decide to distract myself from these horrifying thoughts by letting my mind wander to something I should have been pondering from the moment I became aware of my presence in this room. I start to think about how I got in this room, and why I am in here to begin with, but there is nothing of that sort in my head.

 I think of my life outside of the room, and again nothing comes to mind. Another strange occurrence to have nothing come to mind when thinking of something I am almost certain is real. I then decide it would be best to focus solely on my current situation, rather than dwelling on something that is clearly out of reach. I let my body take control, and put my mind to rest as I continue to walk into nothing. Again I worry that maybe I am not walking into nothing after all, but into the fears that have irrationally occupied my mind. How can I remember these fears yet not be able to put anything to it? Again, I am thinking, and it seems that is the only thing possible in a room such as this. I seem to be intended to be driven mad; it is my purpose.

 I continue to walk in a straight line, not daring to change the path that has kept me safe so far. I shut out any more thoughts of the unknown as I begin to become comfortable in the now relaxing darkness. I sing a song aloud that I do not remember how I know. Time seems to go by quickly, although I have no exact sense of it.  The feeling of having no real feeling at all becomes natural to me, and I wonder how it is I can walk such a long distance and feel no pain or the even slightest sense of exhaustion. I glance around the room, although it does not feel like I am moving my eyes at all, as the image never changes.

I am pulled out of my own head when I hear something very slight hit the seemingly non-existent floor. The sound could only be yards away if it is as subtle as it seemed. I start to sprint in the direction of the indistinct sound, excited and completely ignoring the fact that the sound could mean danger. I run for minutes before finding absolutely nothing. I begin to wonder if I was going mad after all, but the slightest sound in a room with no ambience should be easy to hear. I stand still, waiting to prove to my faltering mind that there is in fact something more in this room than an empty atmosphere. I only hope this something was not dangerous. Even if I did find the things that have been lurking in the dark parts of my mind, I would be relieved.

I stand for what could have been an hour, and decide that whatever the noise was, it was now gone. I conclude that the sound was in my head, and I am going insane. This would not come as a surprise, for anyone in a room as such would drive themselves to the end of sanity. I continue to walk, now discouraged. I had gone off my seemingly safe and unproblematic path, and now wonder if anything would be different. Before I had time to process these new thoughts, the sound returned.  This time I was certain it was real, as it replicated the first. Although, contrary to the first sound, I could not make out the exact direction it was in. The sound was almost like a droplet, falling and then spreading as it hit the ground. Another drop and then more following that drop. One after the other, they fell, spread, and then again.  This time, the sound was surrounding me along with the darkness, until at once it was on top of me.

The sound was droplets of some liquid, falling from the blackness above me. Few drops would fall on me, cooling my already icy skin. The liquid seemed to drop faster and faster, until there was a pour down of sharp water droplets. The more that fell the harder they fell. There was an unfamiliar sensation around my feet, which turned out to only be the liquid collecting around me. I laugh at the feeling, elated that there was any feeling at all. I run around the room, jumping in the water as if I was still six years old and leaping in puddles with my oversized rain boots on. Ignoring the fact that yet another detached memory came to mind, I kneel down to the liquid. I did not realize I was dehydrated until I collect a handful of it and take a large drink. This liquid was, in fact, water. In hindsight, I should not have ingested the liquid before knowing that fact.  I continued to drink the water as the droplets continued to attack my back.

The water is rising quickly, which is odd considering the large area of this room. I had, in fact, walked for an extended period of time and never found an end. The water was now up to my waist, rising a lot quicker than it should be. Still full of bliss, I swim around in the unseen water, now unable to touch my feet to the floor. After my childlike priorities, the worry sets in. The rain is not stopping, only going increasingly faster. Soon I could become completely submerged under water. I panic and kick my feet until I soon reach the surface. I wonder how far this water would rise before it hit an end, if there even was an end. I reach my arm up as much as I can, still kicking my legs to keep afloat. I try to feel for some sort of ceiling, but find nothing.

 I begin to relax, believing that maybe there is no ceiling, as there were no sides. Although, I had not been walking on just air alone. Perhaps it would be similar to the floor, and end up completely untouchable. I continued to kick my legs speedily to stay afloat, and only faltered when my foot made contact with something. . I knew this could not be the water, as that had been softly wafting around me. I felt like a professional swimmer as I hurried away from the location, not wanting to find out what was beneath me. I now had to welcome back my dark mind, thinking up what kind of sea monster, or monsters, could be lurking beneath me. Then, without much delay, something latches onto my leg and pulls me under the temperate water. I have no time to react, leaving me with the sole option of violently kicking my feet, attempting to hit what held my leg. This strategy was unsuccessful.

Both of my legs are now locked in the grip of an unnamable creature. I am being pulled down in the water, farther than I had felt it had risen. I can barely feel what was holding on to my legs, only that it has fingers. I cannot tell how many. The grip of the hands are tight, and do not seem to be prepared to release me. My forehead feels like it is caving in on itself, ready to be rid of the situation it has found itself in. I close my eyes tightly and relax as I am pulled endlessly through the water. My head gets tighter, until it gives in to the pressure and I black out.

I open my eyes, then immediately close them. Light is pressing against my eyelids, almost forcing me to open them and welcome the searing pain. I do not give in. The darkness had become familiar and comfortable to me. There is a woman’s voice, assuring me that I am doing fine. I try to speak, try to demand answers, but nothing comes out of my dry mouth. The voice is now gone, and another enters the light room. The voice asks me to open my eyes. I do nothing. I lay for minutes on a hard, cold surface.  There is now an absence of sound, but not as complete as the dark room. The soft buzzing of electrical lights is faint, but heard. After laying in silence for minutes, I feel a prick in my side, and then everything is dark again.

I have no sense of time. Even if I had not passed out, I would still lack a sense of time. I am awake now, but unaware. I lift my arms and they drop back down. I now realize that I am no longer in the light room or the water, and welcome the misty air again with a deep, prolonged breath. I tilt my head, realizing I am on the floor. There is again nothing but darkness surrounding me, and I seem to be back in the same familiar room. The light room I had been resting in only seconds ago was now fading in my head, until I had no memory of it at all. I run my hands along my clothes. They are dry. I then reach to my hair, finding that it, too, has no moisture to it.

Foggy visions of what occurred before I lost myself return to me, and I leap up as I remember the creature that had pulled me down in the water, seemingly attempting to drown me. I call out, praying that it had now left, or was only prominent in the water. Nothing responded. I call out again, and still no response. No sounds at all. Then, as if waiting for my shaky voice, I feel a small brush of wind on my face. I decide this was the breath of the previous creature, and thrust my fist out, making contact with what is in front of me.

I am not ready for this.


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