The suicide note (part I)

Amy shot a quick glance at Evelyn who was sound asleep and envied her. What had she brought on herself? For days now she couldn't boast of a sound sleep all because she had peeped through the keyhole of that accursed room, it had never been the same since then. She looked at the time on her cellphone although she knew already what time it'd be - 11:15 p.m, the same time she had always heard those voices every night. She stood up from the bed and walked to the window, it was getting overcast and a half-moon struggled to make it out of the clouds overhead. She missed home, she missed her dog. She'll call her mother in the morning and tell her about the strange and -should I call it psychic- feelings she had since they moved in. She was absorbed in the nostalgic memories of home.

Amy winced and stuck fingers in her ears as the disdainful voices returned without warning. That have not happened before, the voices only came once a night. More horrifying was the fact that Amy somehow understood what the voices were saying tonight - they have an assignment for her. As though she was invaded and controlled by an external force, she performed a pirouette and walked to the door. Even the door which would always open with a creaking sound seemed to obey the force approaching, it opened without a sound into a desolate passageway. It was lit by a single bare electric bulb which cast yellow light across the rooms that flanked both sides. A ten-feet shadow of the girl was cast forward as she trudged on. From the tardy movement of her legs and the distant look in her eyes, it was obvious that Amy was in a trance.

On reaching the door at the end of the passageway, the same she had peeped into a few days earlier, she paused and stretched a hand towards the padlock that hung precariously above the handle. It felt as if a magnetic field existed between her hand and the lock, a faint click was all she heard and it came apart. Even within her possessed mind, Amy couldn't help but wonder the kind of power that radiated from her: the once noisy door opening before her without a creak, the lock opening even before she touched it. What is happening to her? She thought. Before she could answer herself, she was moving again as her eyes, hands and legs disobeyed the command her brain was sending them. She ran her hand across the wall behind her, found a switch and flicked it on. A drab yellow light filled the room, Amy was not prepared for what she saw. She had expected to see the usual evidence of a locked and abandoned room - the murky smell, the dusts, the cobwebs and the untidiness. She was disappointed however, the room was completely tidy. Except for a reading desk at an extreme with a packet of razor-blades lying on it, the room was almost empty. It was as though someone still occupies it and kept it clean.