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Previously on Listening For That Sweet Tune:
How many times do you need to wish you
were dead, to bash your head into the wall, and wait for that sweet tune till
you realize that by the first time you did it, you already died? I didn't know
where I was now, everything looked liquid-like the walls around me oozed with
some thick substance. This liquid was black and if anything could be darker it
would be this. It shined with every single inch of length it traveled yet it
consumed all light that touched it.
They say that black is the absence of
colour and normally I would agree but something was strange with this. As the
black rolled off the walls and onto the ground it left something like a rust
look behind it. I grew closer to get a better look and it wasn't just a look of
rust but everything was rotting out like the black was acid but it wasn't. I
woke up in this mess and it just simply rolled off of my face and fingertips
like it turned into an entirely different consistency. It was eating through
everything other than myself and the clothes on my back—it knew me.
There had to be some form of intelligence
within this mess because nothing could be as selective as it was. Before I knew it, the
black formed around a doorway to show a long and narrow stairway. I was now
ankle deep in this odd viscous material and the stairs appeared to be clean—though
full of rust. The material didn't want me to leave, as I lifted my feet up
everything stuck trying to weigh my feet down but I continued forward hoping
that there would be a light at the end of the hall. On my last few steps I
loosened my shoes and jumped up onto the metal stairs bare footed. I looked
back to the substance to see it tearing my shoes apart into pieces.
I sat only just a few more steps up while
looking back to the room. It was attracted to me somehow. The liquid moved like
the room was tilted forward towards me. Everything I saw in the room previously
shifted towards me and began to move towards me. I backed up a little hoping
that it was only going to move a little but it continued to follow me and
flowed over the stairs; a form of attraction—like I was its host. I didn't
want this thing near me—the second I thought that the black grew angry.
A loud animalistic scream echoed through
the hall. It sounded that of a woman but sounds of a lion or even a bear as
well joined with the chorus. My body became overcome by fear and I started to
scramble up the stairs to get away from whatever the black was. I didn't turn
my head to look back until about a minute, till I was sure that I had a good distance
on it but when I looked back it was the exact opposite. It looked as if I had
not moved a single inch but I knew I had. The black continued to flow over the
next few steps and I backed up but still looking at the black.
Not only was the black moving towards me but
also the entire room was making it look like I haven't moved a single inch. I
continued this for another minute or so but as soon as I looked up the
stairwell, no exit could be seen. I stood and held my ground waiting for the
black to overtake me and with time it did.
As it reached me it latched around my
feet and crawled up my leg but I felt no pain not even cold—it just seemed so
normal. All of my fears were wiped away and before I knew it I was standing in
the room once more. Everything continued to move up taking my waist and then my
arms. I could of still moved but it was desperation that kept me still. I
couldn't get out of this mess so the only logical thing I could have done was
to give in. I woke up yet again in the same place as I did before but no black
consumed the walls or floor.
Everything sat an illuminated white and
various pictures laid on the walls of the room. Some of them were familiar
because they were places I had been. This tower, the apartment, an empty
alley but the others I had seen nothing like before. A lighthouse, a red door,
a large concrete building in the midst of overgrown debris, a ship, another
city along the coast. Everything seemed familiar yet unknown to me in every way—I
felt like this has been done before. The stairway was still in the very spot as
it was before but now there was a great light at the end of the tunnel. I
looked behind me again to make sure there was no black, none could be seen.
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