Do Not Enter, Part 5
She tipped her head back and screamed. All the terror and confusion erupted through her burning, sore vocal chords. When it died in her chest, she laid her head against the hard concrete and sobbed.
Rose opened her eyes. She didn’t know how much time passed. The cramped prison was darker, and cooler. She sniffed, turned toward the door.
It stood open, the massive metal stopped against the wall on the far side of the opening. A rough-hewn passage, as if chipped from solid rock, wound down beyond the portal. The soft, amber glow came from somewhere beyond a bend in the gradual spiral. The spectral shadows folded and leaped against the far, black wall.
Rose quivered. Her fingers slipped down the wall. She took a hesitant step forward, toward the door.
The chopped, carved corridor stretched away from the door, then disappeared to the left, down what appeared to be a winding stairway.
She approached the portal, touched her hand to the door. The warmth of its ancient metal startled her. The rock swallowed the jamb as if it had been embedded there. She leaned forward.
The stillness unnerved her. She edged back, through the doorway, and her back pressed against something crowding her into the doorway.
Rose screamed, jolted, and turned, backing through the door jamb.
The wall loomed less than two feet outside the door. She sobbed, her fists clutching large knots of hair at the sides of her head as she sank to her knees, vision blurred with stinging saline. She sobbed and shrieked until only the hoarsest groans escaped her. Exhaustion slumped her against the wall to her right.
A moment later she sniffed, wiped at her runny nose and leaky eyes with her sleeve, and turned with her back to the wall. She tipped her head leftward and the soft, warm glow from beyond the bend danced, swayed and draped over the stony enclosure. She turned to face her right, and saw the wall beyond the door now blocked the opening, the outer portion of the jamb entombed to the door stop.
She was sealed in. The portal didn’t exist anymore. She was buried alive.
Rose heard something … a strange, scraping sound, dry, alien.
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Brian, thank you so much, and PLEASE forgive me for the delay in my response! For some reason, you ended up in SPAM, and I didn’t get to checking it until tonight (May 23, 2009). I am so sorry! I’ll check out your page, though your offer is probably long past, and I’ll certainly try to keep writing. And, please — call me Dane.
Thank you, God bless, and once more, I’m sorry for being so tardy with my response. God bless!
Loved it bubba! Really well written. I read it over on dA and added it but had to come here and reread it and comment! I loved it!
Thanks, DZ! I really appreciate that, and I’m glad you liked it! Thanks for spending the time to read it — TWICE, no less! I’m honored!