I wake up to darkness. I feel around and realize I'm sitting on the floor. I feel above to make sure it's safe to stand. There is nothing there, so I slowly begin to stand up. I try to find a wall, a door, a switch, anything. I find a pull cord for a light. When I pull it, a dim blacklight turns on above me. It is just barely bright enough to see that I'm in a closet sized room with only one door and nothing else. I can't remember how I got here or even where here is. I carefully contemplate opening the door. If I have no idea where I am, how do I know what's on the other side of the door is safe? After inspecting my surroundings again, I decide that anything is better than a closet, right? I open the door slowly and carefully.
It opens to a large room. There is a very dim light here as well, it appears to be coming from a tv on one side of the room. In front of it, there are several sectional couches and futons filling the rest of the room. To my horror there are several of 'them' lounging on them. Many are sleeping, but some are awake. One locks eyes with me and I freeze in place. Not knowing what to do, I slowly begin walking towards the only exit of this room I can see, on the other side of the room. Its gaze never leaves mine, but the look on its face is of total aloofness. I make sure not to disturb any of the others as I cross the room. Those that are awake seem to be distracted by pure nothingness, just staring into space randomly. The thought of what is going through their minds only feeds my fear. I make sure to never turn my back to the one that is watching me. After what feels like days, I finally reach the exit. That very moment, its attention is taken elsewhere, as if I no longer amuse it. I breathe for what feels like the first time since opening the closet door.
I turn to look towards my new surroundings, only to have my heart sink to the pits of hell. Another dark room, with yet more of them. Again, most are asleep on small fold out beds or other forms of furniture. Those that are awake seem to be distracted by other things. I look around as best I can to make sure none have spotted me. I'm in the clear, for now. Another exit lies beyond the furniture and… them. I slowly begin heading towards it. Praying none of them lose interest in their current distractions. Somehow, I clear this room as well, unnoticed. Another deep sigh of relief. Stolen yet again by another room filled with them.
I look back to make sure I'm not caught in some sort of paradox or illusion of some sort. To be certain that I am not merely entering and exiting the same room again and again. That would almost be more welcome than the reality, there are just multiple rooms filled with the same things, all connected by open doorways.
The third room seems safer though. Almost all of them are asleep. They sleep in such unusual positions. Heads and limbs hanging off the beds in all sorts of angles. Hardly a single blanket to be found. All wearing the same kind of attire. The kind that tells you exactly what they are. Part of me is curious, tempted even. I can't tell if that's the human nature in me, the man in me, or the fool. I work my way through…god I've lost count of how many rooms now. Each one just like the last. My eyes have fully adjusted to the darkness, they did ages ago, but I'm only now realizing this. As well as the fact I am fully naked, besides my boxers. Was it the fear that kept me from noticing? Was it the confusion? Is that why some of them have been staring at me? Does it matter?
I tried to start counting the rooms again, my legs grow weary but my body keeps moving. I feel like I'm barely breathing, yet my heart won't stop pounding. I know at any moment they could pounce on me. Just one is all it would take. It'd be over before I even knew it. At least I'd know what hit me though. As much of a man as I am, I don't think I could handle two of them, let alone a room full. They would eat me alive, and enjoy every second of it. What would I do if the ones from the other rooms attacked me too? What if this is all there is in this…place of endless rooms?
I've counted another 10 rooms, my self control and carnal desires reaching their limits. 20 rooms now. My chest is killing me from the pounding of my heart. 35 rooms. Even my ears hurt from my heart beat too? I've lost count of the rooms again. I feel as though I'm going to lose my mind next.
3 more rooms.
That's all I was able to last. I have succumbed, and found bliss in the nothingness.
Why did I believe what everyone had told me about them? They aren't as bad as I was led to believe.
The goth girls have welcomed me,
body
mind
heart
and soul.