Pigeon boy

The black cloud(preview)

A faint beeping, getting louder, louder… louder… It sounds like something he’s heard before. He can’t remember what. Never mind that, he needs to figure out where he is. Where is he? Not fully awake yet, He could use just a little more sleep, a little more sleep never hurt anyone, right? NO! He thinks, quickly sitting up. More beeping, constant beeping, getting faster, faster… It’s so humid. He thinks, looking around, where the hell am I?! He hears footsteps in the hall next to his room, echoing off the walls. He remembers hearing this sound before… he can’t recall when or where he remembers this from, but he’s heard this sound before. The footsteps are getting closer. The door opens, a woman walks in. He realizes where he is. It’s a hospital or some sort of medical room, the beeping gets faster, he knows where the beeping is coming from, it’s a monitor, he can’t think of the name, the one that watches your heart rate. What is he doing in a hospital? He thinks about it, he can’t remember doing anything to get hurt, and now that he thinks about it, he doesn’t remember anything at all. He’s pretending to sleep, an attempt to gather more information, the woman seems to be checking on him, after a couple of minutes she leaves. He sits up and opens his eyes again, the room is dimly lit, eerie, it appears to be nighttime, the clock on the wall In front of him confirms this thought. The sound of knocking fills the room. He checks the door, opening it only enough for him to see. No one is there. The knocking sounds again, this time, he realizes that it’s coming from the window, he waits, nothing but silence. Right when he thinks it won’t happen again it gets even louder than the last one, it sounds like the window would break if it was any louder, he rushes to the window, draws the curtains, and finds himself two or so inches away from a masked face, he’s startled, it’s too dark to tell anything about them. The window is the only thing keeping them from nearly touching. He opens it, but only a crack, enough to hear what it is they want. The moment the window opens in the slightest bit he feels a rush of wind, it’s strange, it feels like a shadow just went through him. The figure has vanished. He looks out the window for about a minute longer, looking for this masked figure. They are nowhere to be found. He closes the window and curtains, that was weird, he thinks. He turns around to start walking back to his bed, and he stumbles, the masked figure is standing in front of him, again, they are face to face, about the same distance as before, this time, there is no window. The heart rate monitor beeps faster, increasing in speed. The masked figure is silent, still. Too still.