BENEATH THE LOCKED DOORS

Most memories don't fade away. They stay, lingered or wait. They often sit and stay quietly around in the dark corners of your mind, breathing when you forget to, and still watching you when you close your eyes. Claire had always had in mind that something hasn't been right with her, meaning something was definitely wrong with her, not in the way people usually see it or mean it to be. Not sadness, not stress, not even fear. It has always been something deeper, even deeper that you can imagine. Something that didn't have a name she could easily say it out loud. Sometimes she could loose control of times, minutes and hours, all through the entire day. And when she comes back to her senses after the encounter, a lot has already changed around her. Her room becomes rearranged and untidy, her hands will keep on shaking, her heart will continue racing like she had just escaped something very terrible. But the worst part wasn't the missing time, it was the feeling knowing that some part or fragments of her memory where missing. And lately those strange dreams she often had started coming back to her again, the same one, viewing a closed door, a cold floor, and a voice from the darkness whispering.,"stay quiet.....or he'll come back ".