Facing The Cold Metal Door

December 14th, 2008; 5:23 AM

Current mood:lonely

Young master Graber reached for the light. His arms stretched upwards and his fingers just barely glazed across the smooth surface of the switch. He was just short of reaching it comfortably. With a grunt and a hop, he reached up and hit the switch. The room illuminated with cold blue light. The fluorescent lights kicked on with a buzz and somewhere in the back of the room the low hum of the heaters kicked on too. The room felt earily uncomfortable. But he reminded himself, that for all of his years, he had yet to see a monster, vampire, or have his dangling legs grabbed by a disembodied hand, reaching out for it's victim from the dark and secretive depths of the space under the bed. He moved towards the heavily bolted metal door in back. There was a low thump. Was it coming from behind the door? -Impossible. This place had been locked up for years. Nothing could have survived. Plus, there was the cold of the arctic. If starvation hadn't killed it, freezing to death surely would have. It's just your imagingation. It must be the heaters. They haven't been maintained. Must be a mechanical noise. But there it was again. This time louder and more insistent. And then, it stopped. Standing still in his tracks, young master Graber apprehensively looked around the room for something to arm himself with. He reached for one of the glass vials in the lab, and broke off the end on the table. It wasn't much of a weapon. But it was sharp. And one good poke in the right place would afford him enough time to gather what he had come for and hopefully run to the door. Standing now in front of the cold metal door, he reached for the first bolt, and slid it back. There was a shadow under the door. And a shuffling noise coming out from the small crack under the door. Something was moving down there. It was going back and forth trying to smell him out. Trying to find out who or what he was. Graber dropped to his knees, then lowered his head to the floor, trying to get a glimpse of whatever was behind the door. Suddenly, it stopped moving, and a slow low growl came out from behind the door. Maybe this was a mistake. But what other options did he have? It was a large conundrum for such a small boy.