Melanie looked around the room, becoming aware of her surroundings. It was dark. The only light to see was beneath the crack of a door leading to who knows where? Where exactly was she anyways? Trying to stand, she let out an unintentional scream. Something was chaining her hands and feet to a wall. ‘What the Hell?’ was the was the first thought running through her mind. Instinctively, she started screaming, foolishly hoping someone would rush through the door to her rescue.
“Hello? Who else is here?”
A voice resounded off the damp moldy walls on the other side of the room, followed by what seemed to be a gruff older man’s voice and the soft breathing of a younger child.
“Someone, let us out! Please! We didn’t do anything!” Melanie screamed, and continued to scream until her voice ran hoarse.
Instantaneously, a light bright fluorescent light turned on, stinging her eyes it’s yellowish glare. Melanie knew whatever was going to happen next, it wouldn’t be too good. Looking over everyone else in the room, she noticed a middle aged, balding man on the wall in front of her. She guessed he was in his 50’s, probably with a moody teenage daughter, and an unhappily married wife. To the left, there lay what looked to be a 3 year old boy, still asleep from whatever drug their ‘host’ had given them. Tears started to well up i her eyes as she thought of the franti parents that must be missing him. There truly is no worse feeling than that of losing a child. Turning away, she looked up at the last wall to see the person laying there wasn’t chained up at all, but a gaunt pale faced man with the same blonde hair and blue eyes Melanie had. A cruel masochistic smile began to spread across the lower half of his face, and a long stocky body held it up.
“Now hello children I’m sure you’re all very curious as to why you’re here today. Not to worry though, I just want to play.”
‘Don’t say anything rash Melanie. For once, don’t try to be the hero.’ She must’ve repeated those lines among others in her head a thousand times before. “So…” Se spoke up, “What do you want to play?”
“I’m so glad you asked! Well you see, it’s my birthday! So we simply must plan a party!”
“Oh really? How old are you?” She awkwardly laughed, trying to play along with what the strange man psychopathic man was saying.
“The same age as you my Dear, 19! What a splendid number 19 is indeed!” The psychopath continued to say.
“Cut the crap, you lunatic! Just let me out of here!” The middle aged man finally spoke up.
“I have a name you know; and it is not lunatic, it is Henry.” In the next second, the middle aged man was dead.
Melanie could feel her eyes open wider at the psychopath as she tried not to scream. The 3 year old still slept, and it was probably for the best. They were already down one person, and she really couldn’t bear to see a toddler, of all people, brutally murdered.
“now,” the strange man finally spoke up, “as for that game…” The look that shrouded his eyes made Melanie’s blood freeze in her veins. “Don’t you just love hide and seek?”
“Hide…and seek?”
“Yes Darling, you have 1 hour to come and find me, or else.” He winked.
“Or else what?”
“Let’s just leave that part to your pretty little imagination.” That was the last memory Melanie could recall before everything went dark again.
When she awoke, she was in a new room. It had those mats they lay out in day care to protect the children from falling, all in an array of different colors on the floor. The walls were painted in a very nostalgic jungle style, with all different types of animals you’d see at a zoo smiling happily, unaware of the dangers happening in the real world. ‘This room…it looks incredibly familiar,’ Melanie thought; but right as she started to think about why it looked so familiar, a sharp pain rang out in her head, as if someone was sounding off a fire alarm. ‘No, no, no, my Dear,” the psychopath’s voice whispered softly in her mind, ‘we mustn’t return to these sad memories.’
“What sad memories? Why are you in my head? Who are you? Why do you know me so well?” Melanie’s voice trembled, afraid of the answers soon to come.
‘Darling, relax, all the answers will come in due time. Right now all you need to know is I’m on your side, I’ve always been on your side…’ And with that, the voice disappeared, and Melanie was forced to move on.
She walked through a door into another room. Each room was different, but all of them had the same creepy childlike appearance. ‘Who was this guy?’ Was she in some kind of Saw movie? As she moved through the rooms, each got a little darker. The delightful colors and different child characters started disappearing only to be replaced with horrifying demons and fire painted on the wall.
Pondering over these thoughts, she came upon a dead end; the last room in the creepy two storied building. It was white. Everything; the carpet, the walls, every last detail in the room was white. All except for one word painted in very small letters on the wall. Melanie. Why? Why was her name there? What had she done to deserve all of this? What was this guy trying to get at by doing this to her?
“Well, well, well, it looks like you’ve lost Melanie. Your time is up.” A voice approached her from the door.
“What are you going to do?” She tried to swallow the lump that was forming in her throat.
He pulled the body of a limp three year old from behind him, “What do you think?”
“No! Don’t kill him! Take me! My life is obviously more valuable to you, right? What are you trying to prove!” She screamed, falling to her knees.
“Oh Melanie, my sweet Melanie. What could I achieve from killing you? What could I achieve from killing someone who lost their sanity so long ago. In our heart you know who the real killer is. I’m nothing but a hallucination; a mere figment of your poor pathetic imagination.”
“But…but…but the chains! You kidnapped me! You killed that man, and you sent me on a walk through the rooms representing your life!”
“Did I? Was this really about me? Look again Melanie. The rooms, they were all painted according to YOUR life. The childhood you lost, the abuse you suffered every single day for the first 18 years of your life. The chains weren’t to protect you from me, they were to protect you from everyone else. You’re a monster Melanie, no more human than me.”
Suddenly, all of the lost memories she had been blocking out for oh so long came flooding back; the house she was in-her childhood house, her parents beating her, her boyfriend, the love of her life dying a brutal bloody death right before her eyes, and the murders, the murders of them all… She did it. They died because of her. Melanie had created this hallucination and blocked out those painful memories. She truly was insane, no more than a monster, a killer, a murderer.
“No! No! No! No! It can’t be true, it’s not true! Shut up!” She closed her eyes, preventing more tears from pushing through and walked forward. “You’re the monster, not me!” She pushed forward, not realizing what exactly she was doing, but knowing if she just got rid of this man, everything would be ok, and so…she strangled him. She watched with malice and satisfaction, as the man who had tortured her mind slowly took his last dying breaths.
“Melanie you’re the real killer. You’re the monster, who lost her sanity so long ago.” He smiled as he said that last sentence, knowing something she did not, and then just disappeared.
When she looked down, the body she was holding was not one of a man, but a little boy. She thought she had killed a demon, but the only thing dead was a 3 year old boy, along with the rest of her humanity.