It is dark. I have no idea how I got here. I mean, this is my home, my apartment, but I have no memory of how I got here. When did I sit down on this stool? Where and what have I been doing during the day and... Have there been one?
I must go to the basement. I do not know why, but I know I must. The chair made a loud scraping novice against the floor as I stood up, and the door sent out a loud crack when I opened it, and closing it.
- Strange, I thought, this door has never cracked. Squeaked, yes, but not cracked.
It echoed loud in the stairs, even though I walked as quietly and slow as I could. I felt so confused, because all the sounds were distant, as from far away, as if it almost weren't there, even though I heard it, clearly.
When I got to the basement door, I inserted the key and unlocked. I knew with certain that I had forgotten the keys in my apartment, but I wasn't surprised. I was remarkable calm as I stepped inside and turned on the lights. Empty. There was nothing there. All the basement spaces were empty, except one. I slowly walked towards it and opened a door.
The space, that I only could assume was mine, was almost empty. I noticed a dilapidated old bedside table, which had a dirty cloth over it. I walked there, almost unconsciously, and lift the cloth. It was rock-heavy, and was completely soaked in some black liquid, almost like a mix between oil and lead. I dropped the cloth right on my tail, shivering by the cold touch, but didn’t care about it and looked on the table. On it laid a key. It was a large, bronze-coloured one, like those old keys found in castles and medieval locks. But this one looked new, shining and not a bit rusty. I took it in my paw and studied it.
It is dark. I have no idea how I got here. I mean, this is my home, my house, but I have no memory of how I got here. When did I sit down on this chair?
I stood up and began walking towards the front door. I don’t know why, but I knew I had to open it and look outside. I walked to it and opened it slowly, peeking through the small gap. A blood-red eye stared back. I let out a shout and hurried away from the door, which gave off a lout crack when the stranger opened it.
He was dressed in a brown monk-cowl that reached down to his feets. Feets that was totally white. The only thing he was after were to inject so much fear and terror, which he radiated so strongly I began to cry. It was like he was changing to the thing I was most scared of, at the same time as he looked exactly like when he first came through the door.
When I looked into his face, I froze, and could just barely breathe due to the massive fear. No fur, his eyes being red and bloodshot, his face having no scars or wrinkles, and he had no mouth. He had no mouth. He walked to me and spread his cowl around me. Right before the darkness took me, I noticed a key hanging from his rope belt. One key, and I couldn’t help but thinking that I’ve seen it before.
I woke up in my bed, it was complete darkness all around me. I was still paralyzed with fear, and it was with great adversity that I succeeded in turning on the lights. Then I just lied there, too scared to move, until dawn came. I managed to sit up and say to myself that it was just a dream, and nothing more. Then I noticed my paw being clenched and that I was holding something very hard. I opened my paw and saw what was in it.
It was a rusty, old, key.