I woke up with a start, sat up and looked around, disoriented for a few minutes. Taking in whatever I could make out in the dim light that was coming from under a door. I was in a room of some kind. Last I remember, I had just got breakfast and was off to work. I was blank after that.
It was a small wooden cabin, no longer than 12 feet and just as wide. There was a dank and musty odor in the air and the sound of a lake or river nearby.
My eyes had better adapted to the darkness by now. I could make out a small table and a flat metal bed. It appears I had fallen off the metal bed in sleep. I tried getting up but it was a bit too much. My head was throbbing, probably from the fall. And my legs were tied with some sort of cord to the table.
None of this obviously made any sense. I lived in the city, a good 4hours by flight from any of the nearest lakes or rivers. I didn’t even have enough money to be kidnapped. Or know anyone who could pay a ransom.
I could see more of the room now. There was a broken microwave on the table with stains inside and a few trays next to it. The metal bed appeared to have been a surgical table once, with no cushioning now and rusted. Things did not look good.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Steady but soft they came. Then there were three more.
Even though I had remained quiet, my heart was racing. I knew I had to think fast. I tried wriggling my leg out of the cord, it wouldn’t let free. For the first time I realized I was soaking wet. It felt stickier than sweat. I looked around for something that could help me in case I needed to defend myself against whoever was knocking.
The knocks on the door again made me jump.
Knock..knock knock….Knock knock.…knock
The sun was setting outside, taking whatever light coming through the door with it. I couldn’t make out anyone standing outside, there were no shadows under the door. Maybe I was imagining this, the room, the sounds. But the pain in my head and the cords tied to my feet were far too real to be some nightmare.
Dread was slowly setting in with the absence of light. I curled up to my knees and waited for the knocks, ready to answer.
But nothing came. Only the sound of water flowing.
Then suddenly there were new sounds, laughter and footsteps. The sounds were getting closer.
There were people coming toward the room. One was a high pitched but young sounding laughter, clearly a girl while the other deeper, man like. Soon the voices stopped near the door and it creaked open.
I had to close my eyes with my hands against the light now flooding the room. It seemed to be coming from somewhere just outside the door. I had never been so scared in my life. I slowly lowered my hands to take on the scene.
There was a little girl standing at the door. She had dark black hair pulled back and wore a cornflower blue dress with a yellow ribbon across her tiny waist. She couldn’t have been more than 10. She looked pristine and otherworldly almost angelic in the messy surroundings of the room and the woods outside. She smiled and said “The doctor will be in soon” and walked away, out of view, half giggling.
Then I heard them again, the knocks. This time they all came together.
Knock..knock knock….Knock knock….knock
It wasn’t from the door; it was from the roof of the cabin. I looked up to see a square glass window on the ceiling. There was another girl. Lit from the side, I could make out only her blue dress and smile. There was no innocence to her like the first girl, only malice.
She knocked again on the wooden ceiling staring at me.
Knock..knock knock….Knock knock….knock
That’s when it hit me, she was communicating to me, in Morse.
-.. .. .
D I E
All I could manage in reply were a few bubbles from my mouth and tears, now running down my face. I looked down and closed my eyes, waiting, with only the sound of flowing water for company.
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