"Yeah but I assume there's nothing to be afraid of either," sad the other voice.
"Aha but well..." the voice was about to say something when the second voice, my voice, the real voice, interrupted hysterically, "Shuttup!" There was a sudden silence that lasted a few seconds and the voice went on, "That noise... I think it's your stomach." It was Clarence with his very sarcastic voice as always...
"Will you shuttup!" I yelled out loudly not being in the mood for such jokes. "Not being in a mood" was actually me being in a room i had now clue about nor about that monstrous noise coming out of the door. Had hardly realized the noise had stopped, when it launched again twice louder, faster, sharper... and it seemed like moving. towards me? I'd thought it was some sort of a machine. but it was getting closer, not it maybe, but the sound, it was close, almost on the other side of the door that I stood in front of. I'd learnt not to ever take risks from everything I'd been through in the previous years of my insane life. I had a couple of unbreakable rules that mostly helped me avoid trouble, and even death. I was not going to open that door no matter how my curiosity seduced me. The door started shaking from the noise. That thing was surely nothing I would ever want to have a look at. I jumped back towards the window automatically just to realize the window was barricaded, quickly grabbed the chair I felt off awhile ago (I couldn't really tell how much time passed since I woke up here) and with some sarcastic comments of Clarence saying, "Hey, that's one hell of a hungry stomach you have!" I jumped out of the window to the emergency stairway.
Another of those uncontrollable movements? I was starting to think that my body was less obedient to me, and Clarence was starting to take over both my physical self and mentality. The stairway was rusty, though I wasn’t quite paying attention to anything while running up when I suddenly stopped in front of a broken stairs, just one more step and nobody would ever find me. No human at least. The next thing I knew was me being followed by something I couldn't even try to imagine. From the sounds the "thing" [be it an insane human, a furious animal or a death machine] made, and the might it tried to push the door open I could pretty much tell it was huge, and hated me. I froze for a moment, trying to figure out if it was still coming after me. One thing I hadn't taken into consideration was the thing had been stuck in that place for maybe a long while already. Why hadn't it tried to break free before? So, it was hungry? for human flesh? or only me? so it was chasing me let's say, and what for?? think, think! Or may be it was living there and was angry to see someone in his area. Thank you biology. May be it was him who took me here. The ideas were hording my head when I realized it was no time for thinking - it was time for acting. The corridor was long and abandoned, no signs of life, no light either.
Now the thing was silent. And there was nowhere to run, just a long corridor, and I didn't know what would be waiting for me on the other end. If I stayed here, that beast would chase me easily, I wouldn't even make it till the first half of the corridor. I knew I'd be safer away from the window in case that thing would have already broken the window and would be climbing up the stairway however going into the deeps was another unpleasant idea I could come up with. I had nothing else to do so I stepped forward. I had no desire too look around me not to spot anything more frightening than the ideas i was coming up once I would think of those horrific seconds i jumped out of the window. I had walked a few feet only when I suddenly stopped in a big shock: a sound reminding a heavily distorted guitar was coming from the deeps. The rejecting arguments flew into my head... It was impossible, nobody would play there, it couldn't be a stereo system either, was it in my head? I found it was gone when the ideas stopped coming in. Whatever it was there surely was something wrong. Now that it was quiet, I started relaxing as well, and finally looking around. The place was rather old, full of junk. The rooms were huge, the ceilings high. Once they had all been white, and there had been windows, and glass on them, isolating this place from the outer world. I couldn't figure out how this building had been used before something happened, and people just left it, for ever. It reminded me of some place I used to pass by all the time when I was younger. Only that I was on the other side of the wall, and had always wanted to get in. I never found the door, and the windows were placed too high and were too tiny to try to get in. Well, the beauty was what was inside, the statues I would see: a head of a horse, a body of a person, and much more, i assumed, was hidden in the back. Back to the present. Now I was more than calm, I started walking around, wandering and wondering. Clarence was gone, no signs of the animal, and I was feeling like my self again, looking for adventures, solving mysteries, saving the day. And no one would ever know about it, I wasn't a leader, I never followed either. I was a loner, and a loner I would stay. The sense of loneliness and rejection had stopped stinging me a long time ago, and I was still going on.
The door looked locked and surprised me when i turned the handle and it squeaked open. The room was all dark but shiny. It was empty and yet something was shining on the floor and on the walls. It looked like melted metal only that it wasn't looking like metal. It was extremely reflective like a mirror. After a few steps led by amazement and confusion I was looking at my own self. "Is this me?" I looked terrible, all in dust and dirt., torn clothes and... "Wait! these are not my clothes!" It was something old, rather oily... The white t-shirt had some greenish substance already rotten on the chest area, something like vomit, good that it didn’t smell that way at least, the pants were torn jeans, oily as it could be, on shoulder pads. Looked like back in the past it was a worker's suit... "What is this place?" I asked myself desperately. I was confused... Confused enough to whisper that sentence even though I was trying to make as little of noise as possible. "Check the pockets," Clarence suddenly reacted, "May be there's a winning lottery ticket to an unforgettable trip. haha" he laughed in a very disgusting way. In fact he wouldn't be that of a unpleasant voice if he wouldn't do that sarcastic stuff at the very dangerous and shocking moments. My heart started racing while my hand moved. I couldn't hold my hand straight, it was shaking. My mind trying to convince me not to get into the pockets, the incentive of curiosity overcame it and I was at the very entrance of the loose jeans' right pocket.
"Come on, Harry, check your pocket finally," he started again, almost bursting in laughter but I was too distracted by my own fear and imagination to shut him up again. "Fine, I'm gonna do it, and there's gonna be nothing, and there has to be some kind of an optical illusion in the room!" I was ready to believe any scientific explanation made up on the spot, but never magic, even though I could feel the clothes on me, and, hey!, I had a voice in my head, that spoke to me, out loud already. Exceptionally I decided to satisfy my curiosity, and reached into the pocket to find only a blank almost gray-brownish old piece of paper, and some ancient pencil looking thing, that either needed to be washed and then sharpened, or just thrown away, as I could feel my fingers sticking to the mould, that had grown vastly around it for decades. "There, asshole. Happy now?!" I said exhaling. "I was more looking for a black glass-looking stone from that damn book that would let me own your body!"... He laughed. Ahh, joker, I ignored him, wrapped the pencil with the paper, and put it back into the pocket.
I closed my eyes trying to concentrate, and go back to process everything that had happened in the previous 24 hours. I speechlessly revised what I had been through: first the voice, not that of a major problem; then me appearing in this place, more troublesome; the animal running after me, deadly; and now being in these clothes, hysterical... Didn't want to think what was gonna happen next. Opened my eyes after some time, and looked down at myself again. Uh, the same clothes, and I was still in the same room.
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