Chapter 14
Chapter 14
Cleo could only stare at the little girl in silence. Her breathing was ragged as she became drenched in sweat.
Her chest heaved up and down rapidly as her eyes became wide in fear and confusion.
The lights flickered as the eyes of the little girl became cold as she stared right at her like she was trying to stare into the very depths of her soul.
Then the entire room went dark.
However, the little girl was still in clear view. Her eyes glowed in the dark as her smile became wide and grotesque.
Cleo was planted in place like she was in some sort of trance.
To her, there was something oddly familiar about her.
It was at the forefront of her mind yet she remembered absolutely nothing about her.
“Answer me mommy.”
She asked her voice going soft again but her face didn’t match her voice at all.
“I-I’m not your m-“
CRACK!
Before Cleo could finish that statement, the white tiles beneath her feet began to crack and the walls shook heavily.
A shiver ran down her spine as she began to hyperventilate.
“You promised mommy” She said in a whisper but there was nothing calm about the whisper.
Her voice crawled underneath her skin making her visibly shake in horror.
“Why did you leave me mommy?”
“I waited and waited.”
The little girl continued but the more she talked Cleo could not form one single memory about the little girl.
“I d-don’t……remember.”
Cleo panted out now finding the white tiles interesting.
Her head felt heavy and breathing was now near impossible but one thing that she could not do was continue to stare at the little girl and the most frustrating part was that she had no idea why.
“That’s because they made you forget mommy.”
“You said I wasn’t allowed in Room 324 but you left me there…..”
She little girl whispered again, coming closer and closer towards Cleo.
The cracks on the white tiles began to crack wider creating a black void in between her legs.
Cleo’s eyes immediately closed shut, her breathing becoming even faster as her heart threatened to escape the confines of her chest.
Then she heard it.
It was coming from the walls….
The sounds of typing.
The talking sounds became so loud that she could not hear anything else.
The walls became calm and the little girl stopped in her advances now staring at her without even moving a muscle.
The typing sounds became louder and louder as the cracks in between her legs got even wider.
“Who made me forget?”
Cleo asked.
At first the little girl said nothing and did nothing without breaking eye contact with her.
Then she pointed to something behind her.
It was a red door with the sign Room 324.
Just how she remembered it when she had first entered Hotel La Rue.
In the dark room, the red door illuminated an eerie look as mist began to cloud the entrance of the room.
In front of the door was a man.
No matter how hard Cleo looked, she could not make out the face of the man.
She turned back to look at the little girl and this time, she had a scared look on her face.
Not understanding why, she turned back to look back at the room door but now the man was gone but the door was open.
In the room was a woman sitting in front of a laptop tying. She had her eyes fixed and was focused.
It was her………
It was Cleo……
Her brown curls were the same as hers.
It was her……
But how was this venue possible?…..
Was she the one who made herself forget?…..
She turned to stare at the little girl again hoping that this time, she would be able to give her the answers that she wanted.
Then almost immediately, the wise crack in between her legs got so wide that she fell into the dark void.
The last thing that Cleo saw before falling was the face of the little girl transforming into something inhuman.
Her smile became so wide that it tore at the corner of her face, her teeth becoming razor sharp and her eyes becoming wide and terrifying.
Then white.
Cleo was on a bed, no little girl, no door, nothing.
She looked up at the white ceiling quickly realizing that she was yet in another new room.
Then in the corner, was Detective Fournier on a chair.
In fact it was the only other furniture in the room.
This time, Cleo was untied as she quickly hugged herself in a desperate attempt to calm her shaking self.
His eyes were closed and his head bowed down in deep sleep.
In his hands was a bloodied envelope that he hugged tightly to his chest even when he was asleep.
This time, Cleo knew better than to trust him.
She was still trying to find out what her relaity was exactly as her mind showed her different things.
She could not tell what was real or not anymore but she no longer trusted anyone to tell her truth.
Cleo tried to move but it was like there was an invisible hand holding down on the bed.
She tried ti call for the detective but it was like the air became so heavy that moving her lips proved a very difficult task.
Breathing was hard as well.
knock
knock
knock
knock
The knocks on the door was more than enough to break the tense air in the room.