THE ROOM
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If you are reading this, it means I am dead and IT has won. If that is the case you must destroy the white room. Level this house to the ground until NOTHING remains!!! Send the beast back to whatever hell it crawled out of! Now I have some time before the drums start up. So in case I don't survive the night I thought I would write everything down on paper that has been happening here this past week. Maybe upon reading it you may understand my request to destroy this house and everything in it! Now what you are about to read may be hard to believe. You may even think that I'm crazy, that's it's all in my mind! Hell I even thought that, at first. But believe me, it's very real. You'll see when you find the doorway and the blackness it holds.
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About the Book
This story is about a man that is awakened one night at precisely 2:26 am by the sounds of faint, distant drums coming from the basement. He goes down stairs and into the kitchen to the closed basement door. Upon opening it the drums stop instantly and nothing is there. The next night he once again is awakened by the drums. A small mental tug propels him to the basement where he finds a small bricked up archway underneath the stairs, hiding behind the paneling that lines the walls. Breaking thru the bricks he finds a room, painted entirely in white from the floor to the ceiling, with a single folding chair sitting in the middle of the room. He sits on the chair and the white room disappears and he finds himself and the chair in a clearing in a strange jungle. The sound of a large animal is heard coming from the jungle in front of him and a Saber-tooth tiger emerges from the gloom. It spies him and charges, making him scream out and fall backwards. Where he hits the floor of the room, the jungle and tiger gone. Night after night at precisely 2:26 am the drums wake him up and he finds himself sitting in the chair, in the middle of the jungle, the tiger charging. Attempts to photograph or record the jungle or the beast ends in failure. Read this story and follow this poor mans week long reign of terror and his attempt to prove this beast exists. But beware! There is a twist!
About the Author
This story took the author over 50 years to put to paper. From it's idea when he was only 16 to when he started to write it in his mid 50's. It took him another 3 years, (he only wrote early in the morning before his wife woke up and on his days off) to write and rewrite it to his satisfaction. It is his first story, fulfilling a life long dream of being a horror writer. But with a twist. He was tired of those "happy endings" where the good guy wins. So he decided to write stories without them. His imagination and his love of horror stems from his childhood. From his Elementary School teacher reading Edgar Allen Poe to the class, to his Art teacher telling ghost stories with the lights out, to his father telling scary stories right before he went to bed, to reading Stephen King and Dean Koontz. His writing stems from a movie playing in his mind and he writes what he sees.