Most people minding their own business; a couple teenagers gossiping, an old man reading the metro, a few people listening to their i-pods and some even mouthing the words. It wasn’t that crowded on the subway, most seats were taken and no one was standing.
It was like any other day of the week, of the month, of the year for me. Same routine; go to work at
At the end of the day, I usually cleaned up and left at about
“Islington station,” murmured the speaker and I snapped out from my deep thought.
Some, maybe 7 people got up slowly and a few people ran out to their next destination. It seems when less and less people are on the subway it gives an eerie feeling. That feeling usually passes once you exit the station and move on. But that didn’t happen today, the feeling stayed, not leaving me. The feeling changed into this presence of being watched, being followed. It made me a little uneasy so I decided to stop by a convenience store, grab a cup of coffee maybe and rush off home to my apartment.
Walking into the store full of light, life and busyness made the presence loosen its grip. I grabbed my cup of coffee and stood in line. I noticed that the cashier was talking with the lady in front of me about some women in the neighbourhood being raped and some murdered even.
“I know it’s terrible! No one knows what to expect at night!” replied the lady completely absorbed in the conversation.
It was late, around
All of a sudden I felt something icy cold and hard as rock cover my mouth and pull me back. I tried to scream but I couldn’t. Though I doubt I could even muster a scream with my mouth free. So I started kicking my legs and flinging my arms in the darkness.
“Stay quiet and behave!” said a stern foreign voice into my right ear. It was some strange guy that was serious, no joke. I wish I could have seen his face but being submerged into the shadows put me at a disadvantage. I could feel his breath on my neck, warm and steady as he spoke. Tears started to run out of my eyes and down my cheeks.
What the hell is happening? What’s going to happen? The last thing I heard was the stranger whisper some strange words and I passed out.
I woke up in a complete daze. My head was pounding as if someone had shot me. I felt weak and was unable to stand at first. So I gave myself some time to get my bearings.
The room was very elegant. Oak furniture, a beautiful candelabra hanging over a dining room table and a red velvet cushion couch with a wooden frame beneath me.
I got up slowly trying not to fall back. I heard some voices in the next room that startled me. I made my way over to the door. I grasped the golden door handle slowly opening the door.
I was so shocked when I saw what was beyond the door, something so creepy and disturbing. About 20 girls near my age I estimated, standing and sitting around all lifeless. They looked so real. I went up closer to them to get a better look. I touched one, it looked so human but it was cold and unnatural; it was a doll, a manikin. They all looked the same; brown hair, green eyes, and very fair skin. But what freaked me out the most was that they all looked like me. I was frozen, completely unsure of what to think.
“Like my collection?” said a man sounding very amused entering from the door across the room.
“Collection? “ I replied confused.
There was a small pause and then it hit me. This man, this person, this freak, no not even, this creature standing fright in front of me. He had a problem a serious problem. My knees began to feel weak from his obsession and I had to fight them from giving in. I couldn’t muster up a sound. The only thing I knew was that I had to get out and I had to be now.
“You like it?” he asked curiously. “You’re my newest addition” he added sounding proud.
“They…but you…what…why…how…no not how...ugh…oh my god!” I said worriedly while trying to steady myself. My head was spinning, fear and anxiety hit me real hard in the gut. I felt as if I could hurl, but I suppressed it. I was lost in time while thoughts furiously ran through my mind. It seemed as if we were standing still.
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any ideas for what happens next
