Two police cars zipped past a six story apartment building, their wailing sirens echoing down the deserted streets. In apartment 308, a young woman – strawberry blond hair and fair complexion – huddled in the corner of the living room. The neighbours quiet rumbles filtered through the wall. "How can they be so loud? Her whispered words drifted through the dark small one bedroom apartment. A soft thump from the bedroom silenced her.
The moon cast a silvery glow across the floor. A city-wide power outage had cast her into darkness. The dim light of cell phone kept her company but lacked any updates on when the city was going to restore power. With the power out, the cell phone towers were down. She hoped it would be restored soon.
Aggie wasn't afraid of the dark. But after her recent trip with her best friend Darla, she'd slept with the lights on and hadn't left the apartment. She'd been safe. That is, until the power went out. Then the banging had started. The monsters were coming for her.
She checked her phone. No phone calls and no text messages. "You're being ridiculous. Just go outside and find other people."
Willing herself to her feet, she tiptoed towards the front door, her eyes locked on the bedroom door. It stood ajar. A bang from the bedroom closet tore a scream from her throat and sent her scurrying back to the corner. She cowered, heaving ragged breaths. The harsh sound accosted her ears. Afraid the noise would draw attention, she held her breath. She waited until she became desperate for air. She gasped.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
"You're not real. Not real." She rocked back and forth, eyes closed. "Its the neighbours. Must be the neighbours." She needed to calm down.
Her phone pinged. A text message from Darla.
Aggie are you there?
Darla, are you okay?
I need your help. Help me, Aggie!
Darla was in danger. She needed to help her.
What do you need me to do?
Open the closet door.
No, no, no! The monsters were there. Why did Darla need her to open the closet?
I'm trapped on the other side. Please, Aggie. If you don't help me the monsters will get me!
She didn't understand how Darla had become trapped. But if she didn't help her the monsters would get Darla. Then they'd come for her. If she freed Darla, they'd leave the apartment together and go somewhere safe.
On shaky legs, she ran to the bedroom and yanked open the closet door before she could change her mind.
Instead of a regular closet with clothes, shoes, and linens, a barren wasteland stretched out before her. No Darla in sight. The monsters grinned back at her. Tentacles wrapped around her.
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