The Door Shut With A Great Force

The light was as bright as the sun and I could feel my retinas burning. In the back i could hear a slight beeping sound almost like it was graphing my heart beat. I heard voices, “Scalpel.” “I’m going to make the first incision now....” And then nothing, the voices stopped and i was back in my own head. I was startled by a falling sensation, as i was thrown into an even colder room. The light in here was dimmer, but it was still blinding. I crawled over to giant metal door and punched it and screamed for them to let me out. I needed to finish my work, my whole reputation depended on it. In a few

I gave a small glare to the man standing in the corner of the room he just looks at me like I killed his pet goldfish. I still didn't understand what was going on. The two men look at each other and then they just leave the room, but inside that room, i could hear the men yelling at each other. Then it goes dead silent. The first man walks in “Come with me now!” He says,I stand up and follow him out of the room. When we get out I see the other man lying on the floor weak and lifeless. They put me in the room right in front of the man and made me watch every time he was hit when he tried to get up. I felt so bad for this guy, all he did was try to help someone that does not sound that bad. Does it? After 3-4 hours of this torture for this good man they finally stop, 4-5 gards pick him up and throw him in my room. Then the guard that was beating him walks up and says,”If you like them so much them you can be one of them.”. Then night fell i slept in the back he was still lying helpless on the floor. I wake up to the sound of the door slamming again. I jump up the guard is not there any more i was so scared about what happened to

When the monster is trying to get the mace out I swing my baseball bat at his stomach. It obviously hurt him because he dropped the chain from the mace. He bent down to get the chain from the ground and I hit him again with the bat on the top of his head. He fell back on his bum. I grabbed the chain and went to throw it away but all it did was yank me back. I pull again but I keeps pulling back like a game of tug-o-war. Then I feel myself rising from the ground and my t-shirt being pulled upwards. I turned my head slightly and of course it was him. I held on to the chain for my life, or though it was slipping because of my sweaty hands, but with how strong the monster was, 1 tug pulled me straight off. I eyed the bat on the ground wishing I had it in my hands. He lifts me a bit further up and throws me to the ground. I can feel my body flying through air I than can feel every part of my body fall against the ground. My body aches, my vision is fuzzy and I can’t hear anything. I can finally see properly, so I see where the monster is and he is walking over to me. I try to get up and run but I'm too weak from when he threw me. He picks me up again and I squeeze my eyes of what might happen again. Nothing happens than I get dropped and I sit up and I see my mum standing there with my baseball bat huffing and puffing. The monster got up and picked up my mum by the throat and didn’t bother

I covered my mouth to keep it shut and not say anything. He was wearing black boots and black pants. I could see him running towards the open window in a hurry. Maybe he thought i jumped out or something. He began to run towards the stairs. “He’s leaving” i whispered… But there was no answer, I realized that the call was cut. The man was stepping down the stairs… when all of a sudden there was a loud ringtone coming from my hand. There was then a panic in my heart. The man rushed back into my room and entered, There was a moment of silence when all i could see was the man’s black boots staring straight at my eyes. When suddenly there was a powerful pull dragging me out of the bed. Closing my eyes all i could feel is was extrucenary pain all over my body, every second. I reached out for anything near by so I could at least fight. I felt something from the tip of my fingers. I got a grip of something and swung as hard as I could, I hit him hard. The man fell back. I opened my eyes and there he was, Lying on the ground. Weak and hurt i got up and slowly started walking out of my room and down the stairs. My whole body hurt it was hard to move. I heard the man start to get up, I was terrified. I decided to walk to the basement door to try and hide. I remembered the small door that was in the basement. And went gently to open the door. Weak and in pain I was able to get down the old sketchy stairs and move some boxes to open the door. I opened the door. On the other side was a little room. It was dark and had a little bit of light coming from the outside. Maybe the moon light from the outside. I sat on the small corner of the room.I wrapped my arms around my body to try and stay warm. It was quiet for a second. Until I heard the basement door slam open. The man's foot steps were loud and you could tell he wasn't very happy. I could easily read exactly where he was. He was looking for me,

I was hit. I fell to the ground and stumbled to get back up. The glaring soldiers snarled, “Get back to your job,” the most frightening Nazi kicking me in the stomach one last time.

The rooms were confined to themselves by a large metal door with a small slot about 5 feet from the floor that could only be opened from the outside. The walls were once a brilliant white, but now filled with the scratch marks and blood stains from the ones before me. The room stench of urine, most likely from the other patients. All there was in the room was a small cot with a mattress so thin, it almost looked as if it was a thin piece of plywood. As I laid there strapped to my bed by leather restraints that were made to “protect” me from myself, I kept pondering on the question “what did I do to deserve to be locked up in a place like this?” Then I remember my crime, and smile.

It is about 6 o’ clock in the morning, and we are in the rest trenches due to continuous firing from a rifle gun and a machine gun. It’s been going on for approximately four hours. There is a short silence and another splutter of about 20 rounds. I turn to my side while sitting in the trench and in doing so, I dislodge some dirt from the side of the trench which of course falls into my ear and mouth. I am going to take a nap, but, I will be fully dressed because the situation I am in demands for it.

At the front gate, there were weeds all over what used to be a garden. The door suddenly swung on its creaky hinges. Pitch black. You couldn’t see a thing in the cabin. Every couple of minutes shingles would fall off the roof. I was scared. Terrified. Then I heard creaking floorboards.

I awoke with the sound of beeps in the distance. My eyes fluttered, eyelashes blocking my small spot of a view. In the corner, I could see my mom, her head in her hands, shaking slowly from tears. I gradually moved my head to the left. The room was bright, with white floors and bleached walls. There were multiple carts full of medical supplies right next to me. While scanning the room, I could hear my mother gasp and run out of the door. Moments later, a tall lanky guy walked into in the room. He was wearing scrubs with little stars and a light blue stethoscope was dangling from

A short loud bang echoed through my ears and clumps of mud sprinkled on my pale skin like a cold shower. Edrenalin spreaded through my body faster than I could get up on my feet and look straight. The world was on mute, only a loud ringing whistle existed and it wasn't going away anytime soon. The high pitch sound was dampening and for some reason i was hoping to hear a familiar voice or sound that was of somewhat pleasing like my mother. But something more familiar started to come into reality, screaming. People were darting by me, like a sudden flash. I looked over to what they were doing, where they were going. And sure enough they were going over to the screams. A man who looked older than me was half submerged in mud and blood. He was

One day, a package arrived at my door. I opened it. Inside was a leather-bound book covered in strange symbols. I opened the book, and the every page inside was covered in words written in an odd language. There were images of horrific demons and phantoms shown throughout.

I know what direction they landed, but it was miles away. I’m confident my men know what their objective was, so I have no worries that they are trying to find me. Hours past, and as the sun comes up, so does the heat. While walking on the hot, miserable sand, I spotted six German soldiers and they spotted me. I easily taken down the first five because those poor bastards were just kids, like my little brother. I soon see the last guy, as he sits there yelling on his radio, for what it seems to be reinforcements. I immediately take action and take him down. I always looked at war in one simple way; it's either him that dies, or its me. I started running in the direction of my men, but in no time German reinforcements surround me and I have nowhere to go or no options. So, I just surrender. They grabbed me, and as I enjoy the hell which they are about to bring upon me, they started beating the absolute shit out of me. The German soldiers take me to a nearby barn as they try to gain any information. I know about any American forces, but I won't give them any information. A few days go by and I’m still held captive at this god forsaken shit hole of what looks like to be an old pig farm. I hear shooting going on outside of the barn where two Nazi soldiers were standing guard. The barn doors burst open and I see my little brother and two more of my men. “I see you got a little lost lieutenant,” said my brother. I immediately tell my brother to shut the hell up and to untie me. I yelled at the three of them saying why the hell they weren't doing what their orders where. “Sir, you are our main priority,” one of my men said. “Alex, mom would have killed me if I didn’t get you home safe,” my brother stated. The moment I stood up a whistle noise went by my head and I knew it was a bullet. A few more whistles fly by and I yelled, “Sniper!” It was too late, my little brother was the first

I jumped into action and had no choice but to start running. My heart skipped a beat as a bullet whistled past my head and thudded into the wall behind me and I knew I couldn’t stop running. I heard thousands of footsteps in pursuit and I needed some place to hide. I flew through the first door I saw, ducked down and cowered behind a desk. I hid and waited to hear the footsteps pass by. My heartbeat was banging as loud as a drum as I breathed a huge sigh relief only to jump out of my skin as I felt a hand reach out and grab me from

I woke up from a loud Bang! I did not know what it was. I walked out of the security footage room. To see that there was a trail of something on the floor, splattered on the wall. I tried to act like I was not tired, so Mr. Body would not know. I did not want to make any assumptions about what that stuff was on the floor, it might frighten people. So I tried to wake myself up. I failed I was still tired. I walked through the hall pass the ballroom. The trail I have been following leads to the conservatory. I was frightened at what I might see. I went over and cracked the door. I saw something I would never see again. I saw Mr. Body lies there dead! He was just there before I took a nap! Oh my god! I am so getting fired. So I went back to the room, I saw a woman she shot him she...she killed

The cold room shivered me from my sleep. My body ached as if I’ve been run over by a truck, but my hands and feet are free. I forced myself to move but couldn’t find the strength, with one last thrust, I jerked myself just enough to loosen the mask from around my face. The clean air helped me regain consciousness as I rolled myself off the bed. I stumbled towards the door and opened it slowly only to be thrown back by a large guard in black tactical gear. Lightly dazed from the impact, I played possum for a moment, so the guard can lower his weapon. When he grabbed me from my arm without hesitation, I forcibly yanked him down and constricted my arm around his neck between my bicep and forearm. Then, I tightly compressed with all my power like an anaconda would squeeze his prey before consumption. Finally, the guard stopped moving around and lost all consciousness. I gave his head one final thrust “Crack!” to confirm he won’t move again. I stripped the armored uniform off the guard to disguise myself so I can escape. When I removed my shirt, I noticed a large gash across my body. The gash was bonded together with a clear compound that felt like flesh. At that moment, I realized they left me for the guard to kill.