A Mind in Motion

**Sometimes my dreams deliver awesome, twisted, stories for me to enjoy. This is one I had this morning** The old heavy rusted iron door unexpectedly slammed shut behind. Whirling around, lump of fear rising in her throat, she reached out for the handle in the darkness consuming her vision and tugged. But the door refused to move. “Michael,” she called out shakily, hoping he had heard the door close from where he had been just meters down the hall. “Michael,” she called again, louder, her tone growing frantic. How could he have not heard it? She called his name a third time, shouting it as she banged her palm on the door, the sound echoing around her. As the cacophony faded though, she was met with only silence. Shit! This had been a stupid idea. A very, very stupid idea. ‘Let’s go check out the abandoned haunted attraction on old man Miller’s farm’ , Michael had said. ‘ My dad’ll take us, even chill in the truck outside in case anybody else comes around’ , he...

*****As I have stated before, any stories I attempt to have publish, but do not succeeded in doing, will end up here. This is a two part series where I was to tell the same story from two different perspectives--making them, in the end, two different but intertwined stories. The first is titled - "It All Ended With A Bang" It all ended with a bang. But it had started with a boom. When his tiny apartment had rattled so hard he could hear it—as well as feel it—over the music blaring in his headphones, he had wheeled back from the multiple monitors at his desktop and had shuffled curiously to the large window in his studio apartment. There, squaring off like combatants in an arena, was a patrol officer and some shaggy haired guy on the street below. The lights from the officer’s motorcycle flickered off of his building and the neighboring one across the street in a shutter effect, making the two men move as if they were in slow motion—each punch, kick and shove illu...