I had a very spooky dream last night. Normally, I write cat stories, but here is a short one for Hallowe'en...

My Condo building manager took me to a non-existent room below the basement of the Condo to look for something. In this room was a wall clock running backwards, a red telephone on the wall with the cord pulled out of the wall, ringing furiously. Asking why he didn't answer it, he grinned, and said. "I don't think you want to talk to what's on the other end of that line."

So I picked up the receiver, and there was just static, but something was there...

"That's a direct line to Hell, I'd hang up if I were you." he said.

I did.

He showed a door to a room marked "Machine Shop", and said, "Here's another one of HIS tricks."

The door opened into a pitch black chasm, I felt a slimy wall to look for a switch. Good thing I didn't step in...

Smiling, the man tossed a small rock into the room... it never hit the floor... There was no floor... ever... Then two lit red eyes of the most hideous shape appeared in the distance... then two more. I closed the door. A mirror had appeared on the wall, and my reflection was one of myself, quite dead, rotting and corpulent. One wall dripped blood from the ceiling. There was the sound of angry machinery running, but no signs of a machine. I wanted to leave, but the doorway we had come in was no longer there, there was another one that had appeared, and the way back to the real basement did not go the same way the first one had, but we came out the same door we went into.

Spooky.

Copyright © Bill Mason
November 1, 2001