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HOT(H)E(L)L

December 15, 2021
By Nagyj BRONZE, Akron, Ohio
Nagyj BRONZE, Akron, Ohio
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The door closes with a click that echoes down the long hallway in front of you. The light is splotchy and dim form where it refracts through stained glass windows lining the tacky wallpaper and illuminating the monotone geometric design that spans into infinity ahead of you. 

Every third step squeaks. Every tenth door on your right rattles. You have yet to gather the courage to turn those handles and give the repressed horrors the freedom they so desperately claw for. 

A spindly limb creeps from a dark corner, seeping vicious liquid from between its stained exoskeleton. It drags its scopulae through the stipple ceiling, leaving a canyon in its wake as asbestos fills the air. The liquid writhes as it eats the carpet, the smell of burning hair and charcoal filling the chamber. The walls seem to shake around you, like a rattlesnake’s tail. More scratching echoes from behind you. Closer. Closer. You twist to the right, grasping desperately. You tug as it clambers closer, ripping apart the walls and ceiling and floor-

The door closes with a click that echoes down the long hallway in front of you.


The author's comments:

This piece was prompted as a 'first-last sentence', in which the first and last sentence had to be the same.


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