"Terror"

Terror

Drip

The sound is maddening. All night she has been listening to this stupid drippy faucet.

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“I know he told me not to leave this room after midnight, but I cannot take this anymore. This is driving me insane.” She whispers to herself, slowly turning the warm covers back off her. The night air chilly but stale.

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She shivers, “this room is like an icebox, why do they have the temperature turned down so far?”. She makes her way to the door and turns the knob.

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Glancing at the clock on the dresser it flashes 1:01 AM. She twists the brass door handle and walks out into the dark hall way.

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“Where IS that coming from…” She whispers to herself softly following the sound past room after room.

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“Here.” She stops in front of a door just as plain as the rest. The only difference is the number plate is missing. Deep scratch marks mar the surface where the number should be.

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Her hand falters just before she turns the knob remembering the old house keeper’s warning. “Whatever you do, whatever you hear do not leave this room after midnight.” She could almost hear his raspy voice even now.

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Shaking her head “This is ridiculous, I’m just going to turn the faucet off and go back.” She turns the knob and walks into a room identical to her room only all of the furniture is in the opposite place. Quickly she walks to the bathroom, her fingers and toes almost numb.

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She opens the door and goes to the faucet and turns the handles.

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“Why isn’t it stopping.” She whispers angrily to herself, she grips the handles and twists harder.

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She twists harder.

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Angrily she lets go and looks up into the mirror. Her face reflected back identical except for her eyes, normally a dark green are pitch black. Startled she steps back tripping slightly unable to look away, slowly blood leaks from her reflections eyes.

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She looks down at the faucet realizing the liquid dripping wasn’t water. It was pitch black and thick.

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Looking back up at the mirror the reflection was no longer her face. The face was ghostly white, lines of blood running from the dark eyes and it’s jaw missing completely.

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Frantically she reaches for the door knob breaking it off in her hands.

Suddenly she hears a familiar raspy voice “I told you not to leave.”

“I..” she turns around. The monster from the mirror before her. It’s limbs unnaturally thin and iridescent.

“Too late” the familiar voice distorted now coming from the creature before her. She screams as lightening quick it grabs her and the room goes pitch.

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Written by Teen Librarian Tiffany