The Door Man

It was then I must have passed out.

I didn’t know how long I was out for but I woke suddenly feeling very bewildered, unsure of what had happened. Looking around the darkened room, I thought it was close to night.  A squinting glance told me it was still daylight, as the sun fought to shine through grubby windows.

Slowly moving, I got off the very dusty floor, stood there a moment for my eyes to adjust to the light trying to work things out. Then self-preservation kicked in. My senses quickly sharpened as the realisation of what had happened came rushing back to me. I was no longer in the pristine room I had passed out in.

I ran for the door and was just about to grab the knob when I remembered how cold it was. I tentatively tapped it several times to see how it felt. It was back to room temperature and not freezer cold.

I turned the knob but the door stayed shut. Panic came over me as I frantically turned and pulled at it. I looked up and realised the latch was off. I flipped the catch and the door immediately opened almost knocking me to the floor as I pulled it.

I bolted from the room, down the corridor and hurdled the stairs two and three at a time until I got to the lobby only to be stopped by a door man standing there.

“Hello Sir, can I help you”, he asked me.

“Not really”, I replied.

“Well before you go I have a message for you”.

“A message?”

At this point I’m doing all I can not to freak out and just barge past this guy but again curiosity held fast. I just hoped I wouldn’t end up like the cat.


To be concluded

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Purple Flowers

The door opened.

I push it, slowly, as I tried to peer around it. The smell was much stronger now. Its flowery aroma danced around my head, penetrating my nose, almost pulling me into the apartment. Flowery yes, purple flowers; lavender I think?

I slowly moved down the hall only to get halfway when I heard the door close behind me. I stopped and looked back to see a woman in a very provocative dress and tight leggings. A vine wrapped around her arm and dark, glittery makeup accentuating her eyes, her deep purple eyes. The shade of purple matched perfectly, the colour on her nails and the low-lights in her hair.

Purple; fragrance? The puzzle, like a fog in my mind, began to lift. The colour purple, the fragrance, the flowers and her eyes but who was she.

Suddenly, I came to me senses. Where did she come from, how did she get passed me? I did a double take as I looked into the hallway and then back to the door, twice, only to see she had vanished. A cold shiver run down my spine as my skin became clammy with fear.

To my better judgement I continued into the apartment where I was astonished to see how clean it was; empty but absolutely spotless. It gave me the impression that the tenant had moved out that very day. Again my senses were struggling to work out what I was seeing. A spotlessly clean apartment, on the top floor, of a derelict building.

Then I saw it, in the same way as the woman appeared. In the middle of the floor there stood an old Gothic table, with a single china tea cup and saucer, steam curling upwards from within.

It was then I must have passed out.


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Its noise

Piercing my mind

Screaming for me to feed



Just people

They have no clue

What I am capable of



Must drink

On their blood

Fresh, red and warm



Just taste

My sticky saliva

On their pulsing skin



My Bite

Opens vein

Pleasing my thirst



Hunger Quenched

Satisfying blackened heart

Until noise screams to feed again


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