I’m just about to investigate the knocking when I hear the crackling of a intercom. Feedback comes through, and I clap my hands over my ears.
“Hello?” an Irish accent leaks through the system. “Hello. I like-” the voice is abruptly cut off.
What did he like? Why was he liking something? Was he the knocking from the other side?
I sigh. I don’t want to be in the first five minutes of a horror movie and start being ditzy by saying “Hello? Who’s there?” so I keep quiet and listen intently.
The knocking happens again.
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I woke up in a white room.
Blinking, I tried to adjust to the brightness of the room. Gotta assess the situation I thought to myself. I looked around, trying to find any clue as to where I was, if there was anyone around, but the one thing that I keep thinking was A white room? Really?! That is so cliche. I sighed out loud.
My eyes had finally adjusted to the brightness of the room and colors starting to fade back into my world. I spotted a faint dark line on one of the walls. Maybe hinges. Maybe there was a door.
I started to head in that direction, when I heard a knocking coming from the wall behind me.
I’m feeling creative right now, so I’m going to start a fic. Here’s the catch-you guys are part of the story.
I’m gonna start it, and then you get to chime in-in my inbox. Messaging me automatically puts you the story, but you can add ideas, characters, settings, dialogue, etc.
And if no one is interested (which would be sad), I’ll just start including my followers and/or people I follow.
Gonna tag story: yes you
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