Chapter Two Continued…
He opened his eyes and looked around. He was still standing against the wall, and again his face was covered in sweat. He wondered if for a moment if this had been another daydream or if it had happened. No, it didn’t. He certainly didn’t need a change of udnerwear, so he knew that it had been a dream.. Or nightmare.
“What the hell is going on?” He muttered and looked around. “This is getting out of control.”
He started to regain his composure and stared around in the darkness, to make sure – for his own sanity – that he was the only one there. He was.
Or was he?
Was all this happening or had his mind finally snapped and gone to that place where dreams and imaginations end and insanity begins? He sure as fuck had no idea. But he wished he knew. He slapped himself on the face hard just to make sure he was awake.
“Ow!” He called out. Slapping himself must have worked as it sure as hell hurt so he must have been awake!
As he cradled his hurting head in the palms of his hands he suddenly started to hear sounds, and it wasn’t coming from this elevator car, He looked up and listened intently.
“I know those voices.” He whispered, recognizing one of the voices as the college girl who lived across the hall.
“Tara!” He yelled out and started pounding on the elevator door with his fist. “Can you hear me!”
No response. He listened for a second as she talked in jibberish to someone on her cell phone.
Why the hell can’t she hear me? He was going insane. He had to be. Again he started pounding on the door and screamed out her name, and again he was met with no response. She was either too damn busy talking on that cell phone to notice or she was outright ignoring him.
“Can you bloody hear me!”
“No need to swear at me, you son-of-a-bitch!” She said, but not from outside, but from practically right next to him.
“Damn it!” He yelled, surprized. “What the hell are you doing in here!”
“Who do you think you are Alex!” She yelled, “I am trapped in here just as much as you are!”
He shook his head and stared at her with disbelief. She wasn’t there. She couldn’t be. It was impossible. But wait, that scent. It sure as hell smelt like her perfume. Dior Mystique. Yes, that scent was definitely too familiar to ignore. After all, that was her favorite perfume, and the very one that happened to drive him wild. Not just on anyone, but on her.
He closed his eyes and hoped that this was another dream.
Hang on, He thought, Here you are, trapped in an elevator with a sexy redhead and all you can think about was if this is a dream? Get your priorities straight here!
“Alex?” He heard her voice say.
How he longed for her. From the first moment he laid eyes on her some months ago when she moved into the apartment across the hall he wanted her. He desired her like most men did, but he could never have her, not for himself. She was like the forbidden fruit of the garden of earthly pleasures. Still, although she was younger than he was, maybe mid twenties, he wanted her for himself. He coveted her. He would admittedly confess that he needed her.
“Alex!” She said, this time shaking him.
Okay, this is good. He thought as he opened his eyes and looked into her blue eyes. This must be reality. “What happened?” he asked as he regained himself and tried to act like nothing had happened.
She sighed and stepped back into the glow of the red light that shone dimly in the ceiling above.
“Obviously your memory is about as frail as your age.” She snapped, “If you don’t recall, you got into the elevator just after I did, and then the elevator stopped. You passed out right about then and after afew minutes you started calling me a slut and a whore, which I don’t appreciate in the slightest, thank you very much!”
“Oh… Sorry.” He said softly. He paused for a minute while regaining his thoughts. Strange, but he did not recall her being in here. But maybe he was just too tired to notice.
“How long have we been in here?” he asked.
“I don’t know. Ten, maybe fifteen minutes.” She said, “Not sure exactly as me cell is not working for some strange reason.”
“That is odd. Maybe it’s because of the humidity in here.” He said, noticing how humid it had become.
“Yeah..It is humid.” She said, as she wiped her neck with the palm of her hand and began to undo the buttons on her blouse.
“Tara, what are you doing?” he asked.
“Oh come now Alex.” She said in a husky voice, “You knew as well as I do that you have wanted this for a long time… After all, I have seen you watching me.”
“Don’t play innocent Mister.” She said playfully, as she stepped closer to him and continued to unbutton her white blouse, “When I’ve been in the courtyard pool I have seen you watching me. You have been undressing me with your eyes, haven’t you, you naughty boy.”
He swallowed nervously and could onloy stutter “Well, I…”
She stood up against him and whispered, “I have noticed how you have stood at the pool and tried not to notice me when I have been sunbathing… I have noticed that bulge in your pants.” She made a grab for his manhood and he felt it swelling in her grip.
Fuck this is good. He thought. He was the first to admit that he had wanted this for a long time, and now that she was here, all he could do was close his eyes and take in how she felt pressed up against him.
“Tell me you want me.” She whispered then softly pressed her lips against his.
“I need you Tara.” He whispered. He kissed her mouth softly and held her tight in his hands. He didn’t want to let her go. Not now that he had her finally.
He ripped open the remaining button on her blouse to reveal her perky breasts, nestled beneath a red and white cotton bra. He kissed her neck and trailed his hands over her body, down over her breasts and over her stomach.
“Do something for me lover.” She whispered, as he squeezed his throbbing manhood
“Anything baby.” He muttered.
“Wake up.” She whispered.
He opened his eyes and looked at her. “What did you say?”
“Wake up.” She said.
He stared into her eyes with a lost look in his own eyes, and instead of the seductress he saw only seconds ago, all he saw now was a strange coldness.
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Stay Tuned.. Part Four Coming Soon…
Chapter Two Continued….
Alex woke with a startle and looked around. He was still sat in the elevator, and still in complete darkness. His face was covered in a cold sweat. He wiped his cold clammy face and slowly stood up.
“What the fuck was that?” He whispered to himself – and secretly hoping that he would not get a response. He stood there and tried to regain his thoughts and figure out if what he had just seen actually happened or if it was a daydream. He had no idea. He certainly didn’t recall dozing off, but he sure as hell was tired. He glanced around slowly and could make out the edges of the elevator car, as well as the elevator door.
He sighed and decided to try and pry open the door. Again, like before – was it a dream? – the door was jammed shut.
“Okay,” He thought to himself, “Get a grip here. Things like this happen all the time.”
“I doubt that.” A voice – that same voice – spoke from the darkness.
“What the –”
“Fuck!” It interupted.
“Not again” He thought as he backed quickly against the wall and began to tremble.
Silence again, but he knew that this voice – or thing – was there.
“Wh-what do you want?” He asked almost cowardly
It’s response came with soft growls or grunts, at first before it began to say, “You are a real hero Alex!”
“What?” Alex whispered.
“A real fucking hero! And like a hero you had to save the day and then leave us all to fucking rot!”
“I don’t know what you’re – ”
“Don’t give me that shit!” It interupted him, “You know exactly what I am talking about!”
It’s voice seemed to be getting lower, or more to the point, he could tell that this thing – whatever it was – was now sitting on the ground…
He started toward where he thought the voice was and tried to understand, but he couldn’t. He had no memory of this things allegations.
“Nothing to say, hero!”
Alex opened his mouth but words failed him. He was too afraid to speak.
“Take a look fucker!” It screamed, as it’s face appeared right infront of him.
Alex shit himself and began to weep.
“I haven’t done anything.” He wept as he turned away and wept in fear and coward on the floor.
“Hope you have a change of underwear. WAKE UP!”
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Part Three Coming Soon…
Like any other work day, Alex arrived home at somewhere around 3:30 PM after another day at the factory. He parked his car – a white Holden Commodore V6 – in the basement carpark, and after his normal routine of sitting in the car and listening to the news update while he enjoyed a cigarette, he turned off the engine, got out of the car, locked it, and walked towards the elevator. Nothing unusual about that. However, today was different for some reason. As he walked towards the elevator, he had an uneasy feeling that he was being watched.
He stopped and turned around, and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Yet, he felt that there was something there. He had a strange feeling that he was being watched. He stood there and looked around slowly as he figeted with his keys. The jingling of the keys in his hand was the only sound in that place, and that should have been enough to satisfy his couriosity, but it wasn’t. As he looked around, he happened to notice just how strangely dark one section of the carpark was, and he leaned forward a little to peer into the darkness. Just then a cold chill swept over him, and he trembled. Immediately a part of him wanted to turn and run for the elevator, but the other part of him wanted to know what was at the other end of the carpark. It had been a long day and he was tired. Rational thought was not part of his understanding right now, so allowing his curiosity to get the better of him, he started to walk slowly towards that darkness.
Again that deathly coldness emanated from the darkness and now filled the carpark, and he felt afraid. Afraid of what was there, afraid of the unknown.
“Is someone there?” he called out, stopping for a moment to take a long look at that darkness. There was no reply, not of words anyway. Instead, he could hear a faint noise that he couldn’t make out what it was exactly. At first it sounded like maons, but it wasn’t.
He put his keys in his pocket and started to back away towards the elevator, taking each step slowly until his back was against the wall. Almost clumsily, he pressed the elevator button repeatedly until finally he heard the sound of the elevator bell, and he turned towards the door, anxiously wanting to get out of there.
“Alex” He heard his name echo in a cold whisper.
He turned quickly and stared around. Nothing. Nothing except that darkness. The darkness which now seemed to fill that carpark. His eyes darted around from one end to the other, but no one was there. At least, no one physical was there. He heard the elevator doors open behind him and he backed into the elevator and quickly pressed the button to his floor. He watched as the elevator doors slowly closed in front of him, seemingly closing the door on this darkness and his fears.
The door closed and he sighed with a certain relief, thinking that in a matter of moments, he would be safe in his apartment with the girlfriend from hell and the son he loved dearly. Soon, he thought, he would sit down to luke-warm dinner of spaghetti and toast and discuss his day with his family. Soon he would watch Seinfeld on TV, and fall asleep watching re-runs of Star Trek…………
He was shaken out of his daydream of a perfect life when the elevator suddenly grinded to a stop. He looked at the digital panel above the door that was alternating from 3 then 4 then back to 3. This wasn’t the first time this had happened to him in this elevator, and like he normally would do, he went to press the emergency button, but instead of the alarm sounding off, he was thrown to the floor by an powerful electrical charge. Stunned, he looked up at the panel, and then at the doors. There was a brief moment of silence, before the he heard a distinct grinding, as though someone was trying to tear open the elevator car like a tin. In an instant the lights flickered and shorted out, and the elevator stopped vibrating. He was alone in the darkness, trapped, afraid. He had no idea what to do or what to expect.
Silence. Nothing but his own irratic breathing was all he heard in the elevator. No sounds from the outside world, no voices, no noice. He wondered if he was even alive, as the silence was too damn peculiar. Slowly he got to his feet and looked at the buttons on the panel. He hesitated to press any of the buttons, just in case he got another electic shock, but summing up the courage he quickly pressed one of the buttons. Nothing. It didn’t even make a noise when he pressed it.
“Shit”. He thought out loud, “This aint good.” He stepped back and looked up at the ceiling. He could faintly make out the outline of the emergency hatch, and for a moment he comtemplated the idea of escaping through the ceiling, but his idea was shot to pieces as he knew that the emergency hatch didn’t work. He slumped back against the wall and sighed heavily. “This sucks”. He whispered, looking towards the place where he thought the doors were. He stepped over to the doors and fumbled around to find the edge.
There it was! He tried to pry it open, to no avail. That door was jammed shut.
“Hello!” He yelled as loud as he could…. Nothing. “Is anyone out there!” Again nothing. Not a damn sound. “Fuck this shit!”
Alex was too damn tired for this. He was too tired and too old to be afraid of the dark…At least, so he thought.
“Keep telling yourself that bucko!” A voice spoke to his mind, but was too faint to even hear. Or more to the point, he didn’t even notice.
He sighed and fell back against the wall and stared around in the darkness.
“So this is what it must be like to be fucking blind.” He mused to himself.
“Hardly.” A voice said from almost next to him.
He jumped, startled and quickly backed into the corner and looked around quickly, “Who the fuck said that?”
“Never mind who I am.” The voice said.
Alex was afraid again, but not like before. No, there was something about this voice that told him that this thing wasn’t here to harm him… Or maybe…
“Wh-what do you…”
“You left me Alex.” The voice spoke, “You left me trapped in that place!”
“You fucking maniac! You left me trapped in hell!” The voice was closer now, and more frantic.
“I – I don’t know what.”
Suddenly, from the darkness he could faintly make out a face.. A face that was scorched and riddled with maggots.
“Take a good look at what you left behind!” The voice screamed with anger.
Alex screamed in fear.
“Wake up dickhead!” It screamed in his face.
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Part Two of Chapter Two coming soon….