The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Marge Simon
He doesn’t remember how he got here,
yet there is a staircase behind him,
so he figures he must have climbed up
and can return down the stairs,
but they fade and disappear.
It is very hot on this level.
The floor is spotless, and
the air reeks of pine oil disinfectant.
There are three doors before him.
One opens to let in a blinding light,
When he covers his eyes,
he is immediately aware
of agonized shrieks and moans
that issue from its source.
The next door is painted white.
Someone has tried to break into it,
the wood has been dented
as if by the pounding of fists.
The handle will not turn
and comes away in his hand.
The third door slowly opens,
a blackness thick with portent,
the music of an oboe lures,
a daunting challenge he cannot deny,
for there must be a reason he’s here.
He plunges forward
into the core of that unholy Dark,
which is when the voices begin,
surrounding his mind, shredding his identity,
as he realizes why the Afterlife remains unknown
and prays his death will be complete.
Fiction © Copyright Marge Simon
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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