The Terror Room

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
When a young boy and his brother awake in a an underground room they soon discover that there's no way to escape the horror that awaits them above...

Submitted: August 20, 2015

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   The room was bare, so bare and white, he’d thought for a moment that he’d lost his mind and was in some sort of asylum like he’d seen in the movie his sister had made him watch once. The scary ones that had made him cry and tattle to Mom. There were no windows, and the only way out seemed to be a covered opening in the ceiling. A ceiling that was so low that, had he been more than his current years, he probably not have been able to stand straight in this white and empty room.

There was a choice that was haunting him. Well not so much a choice as a decision that he didn’t really want to have to make. The boy had to choose how he and his little brother would die. This room that they his in was a death sentence but to leave would surely be a worse more painful one. The boy looked over at his younger brother, whose five-year-old eyes were shining with the same fear that the boy knew was in his own.

The duo had that similarity that siblings so often do that when apart you wouldn’t see the resemblance, but when together, there was some unknown slope of the jaw, twinkle in the eye that made them look more alike than their matching brown eyes.

Today was the boy’s birthday, he was ten and this was not how he’d intended to spend the day. He’d expected singing and cake and what he’d gotten was a choice. A choice of deaths that he was frankly too young to completely understand.

The white room was oppressive but even without seeing he knew that what was above him outside of this tiny white room was worse. He could hear, and even if his youth couldn’t understand how this had come about, he could understand what was happening. There was a monster above him. A monster with teeth that ate people. That had devoured the rest of his family. He had listened in horror to the sound of his elder sister scream, such a childish scream for the teenager that she was but he’d known it was her. The monster had eaten her first and her screams had rang out loudly. The monster had eaten her. Had eaten her alive.

His mother had been next crying out for her husband until her shrieks had been cut off abruptly followed only by the wet sounds of chewing and tearing and intermittent gravelly laughter that almost drowned out the screams of the boys father who had probably been forced to watch the entire thing, and the cries of the boys infant brother, too young to see, too young to know. Too young to survive being thrown by the monster.

The boy had listened to the thump that had been followed by the silencing of the infants screams, and if he’d had any doubt his father had cried out as well, “You threw my baby,” his voice hoarse with screamed disbelief. There was too much pain and fear to be strong. Too much love for such a tragedy to not break the man.

The boy had always wanted to be like his daddy. His daddy had been strong like a superhero and nice. He'd been so strong he’d been able to lift up both the boy and his little brother. One in each arm he'd then spin them around singing, “Helicopter- helicopter!” while the two young boys had laughed and screamed in mock fear.

No words could describe the pain in the boy’s heart as he had listened to the death of his father followed by silence. A silence so painful that the boy had clasped his hands to his ears, paralyzed with heartbreak and terror that he was far too young to have been forced to know. His only surviving family member was crying softly, in the corner of the empty white room with him, as oppressed by the fear and silence as his sibling.

The siblings had sat huddled together as far from that square in the ceiling as they could. Afraid that the monster would find them if they made a sound in the world's scariest game of hide and seek ever. It was then that the gravelly voice had told them that there was no seeking necessary, he spoke to them and the five-year-old boy was so frightened by the sound of that scary voice directed at him, that he soiled his pants and burst into tears again.

“I know you’re down there boys!” the painfully deep voice had crooned, so close it felt as though he had his lips pressed against the opening in the ceiling as though he could jump through whenever he wanted to. At those revealing words the brothers had clutched each other even closer; they had clutched each other so close as though they could crawl into each other’s skin and escape from the horror that waited, ever so evil, above them. “I’ll be waiting right up here with what’s left of your lovely family until you care to join me. Unless of course you’d rather starve so slowly and painfully down there all alone without ever seeing your mummy and daddy again?” There was a dragging noise then, wet and heavy that went over the boys’ heads and stopped right above the door in the ceiling with a wet “thunk!” that made the elder boy cringe and the younger boy faint.

It was then that it hit the boy how truly trapped he and his brother were. He didn’t know what to do, he could hear the monster right there above them, perched and waiting his evil laughter endless so that when his little brother woke up he immediately began to cry fresh loud tears, the nightmare was real. As is had before the sound echoed off the bare walls of their prison and worse made the monster laugh louder.

They couldn’t leave with the monster there. There was really no choice at all, not with something so mean and cruel above them, and that made the boy cry too. He and his brother sobbed there in the bright light of their barren prison cell. There was no hope for them, they would die down there, and as though perfectly timed, the cracks around the sealed opening began oozing cooling crimson blood down onto the once white floor and the boys shrieked together as their cries began anew.

The monster’s dark laugh rang out above them.


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