The Red Door Dream-Part Three (Conclusion)
The Red Door Dream Part Three-Dark Side Thursday
At the end of a dark hallway, light shines under a door.
I blink my eyes. The light is still there, illuminating the small gap between the bottom of the door and the hardwood floor. I move onto my hands and knees and crawl toward the light. As I get closer, the light flickers and goes out, stopping me in my tracks.
I can’t move.
My ears feel full and a low pitched hum envelops me as I collapse onto the floor. The tone fades and dark silence surrounds me. Fear rises and burns my throat. I want to cry out but I have lost my voice.
The soft ticking of a clock startles me and I open my eyes. Harsh candlelight floods my vision as I scramble to stand up. A worried sigh escapes my lips.
Shaking my head, I realize I don’t know where I am. The room is unfamiliar. There are no windows. There are no doors. How did I get in the room? How do I get out? I need to get out!
I need to calm my mind. I walk over and sit at an antique vanity table. The mirror is dusty and offers no reflection. The drawers are empty, save one.
The drawer holds a white notecard. I recognize my own writing.
“You are dreaming. Look for the red door.”
I look into the dusty mirror. I see a red door, partially obscured by swaying tree branches.
*this is my third installment for Andy’s Dark Side Thursday. I decided to make it a short story since I kept feeling a pull back toward the bright side! I hope you liked this story and I may visit the dark side again. I will surely keep reading Andy’s story!