The Black Window

He woke and there was something wrong, well something had changed.

There was a window in the bedroom wall and outside the glass it was black. The wall was between the bedroom and the lounge in the apartment, so he thought, "What the hell is this?".

He could see that he could open it but wanted to see what was on the other side, so he got out of bed and pulled on his nightgown. It was early, and the heating hadn't come on yet.

Walking into the lounge there was nothing different, no window in the wall that had the bedroom on the other side.

Then he returned to the bedroom and looked at the window. There seemed to be something moving on the other side, but he didn't know where the other side was, or what it was. The shapes seemed to be faces, dark and anguished, like he was looking into a portal to Hell or Limbo.

He felt an incredible urge to open the window, but he knew that he shouldn't. He knew if he did he would let these tormented creatures into this world, or he would be pulled into theirs.

He felt a growing terror as he stood directly in front of the window, he would not open it, he would not give in.

Then there was a cracking sound and the window shattered. Black hands reached out, grabbed him and dragged him through the window.

He had been taken, he did not where.

The window faded from the bedroom wall.

When he didn't turn up for work, the police were contacted. Neighbours reported they had heard nothing.

His phone and wallet were still in the apartment but there was no sign of anything untoward.

He was gone and was listed as another missing person.

This Continues On The Other Side