The Room – Short Fiction

The room was pitch black. She rubbed her eyes. She could not remember how she got here. She could not remember what she did last.

Suddenly the light came on at the end of the room. She could see an old wooden rocking chair lit by the light.

She crept slowly towards it. Fear engulfed her. The wooden floor boards creaked as she moved. She walked over to the chair and slowly stood up.

She looked around. There was no one and nothing around.

She walked around the chair and stopped suddenly mid away, hearing a sound.

“Welcome to the Room”, the voice boomed

 

Photo by Anthony DELANOIX on Unsplash

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