Moisaik Door

I started to write the story, cuz I was completely bored. Please tell me if I should continue.
Moisaik Door

Epilogue


Its midnight.
Darkness closed the heavy, velvet curtains, so that the large, wooden stage is unseen.
The actors are long since gone and the only light is coming from the dusty sky light .
I catch my reflection in the small, filthy mirror. Everything is covered in spider webs, spiders are swarming on the walls, scattering loneliness, minute by minute.
The London Theater is silent, so quiet that it seems like I can hear my heart racing in my ribcage.
My eyelids feel heavy, but I try to ignore it, realizing that there was no reason to sneak out here - into the forbidden theater.
I hear a piercing squeak of a chair behind me, which makes me jump.
Nothing scary. Just Ivan sitting down on one of those cushioned seats.
“12 A” I read to myself, the number of the seat Ivan sprawled in.
His eyes are exhausted, and almost closed.
Not a soul has been in this theater for a long time. The London Theater isn’t really in London but in the suburbs. Nobody calls its proper name anymore.
Just the Forbidden Theater.
Rumors have been going around, all started in 1938 after two actors disappeared – without a trace.
I remember the yellow newspaper and its bold black headline-

TWO ACTORS MISSING IN THE LONDON THEATER

Suddenly I hear some strange sound coming from the stage.
My thoughts sharpened-becoming strangely strict.
“Ivan, get your lazy ass up and let’s go. I hear something. “
I whispered.
He moaned, but got up and followed me.
I started walking toward the stage- trying to make my steps as silent as they can be.
My fear came to me, in new ways of rage and explanation. I wanted to find out where the actors disappeared.
I pulled myself up the stage, hearing it’s lazy answer.

S-s-s-s-s-s-q-q-q-q-u-u-u-u-e-e-e-k-k-k-k-……..

There is a candle light coming from the backstage. I move the heavy curtains of the stage and I see a strange form.
Its not a man nor it’s a woman. It is a creature. Its taller then I am, thought shorter then Ivan. It has a large, bushy tail and lavender skin. Its eyes look like a hamster’s eyes- small, black and beady. Its nose is flat against its face, which give it a squinting expression. Its fingers are long and skinny, its mouth a lot like humans forms a grin.

“We meet so soon again…” It says and I realize that its voice is particularly high, though deep. Its smiling.

Responses

4 comments so far.

1. Daphna Pimenova says:

   Hey Lillian, Hyaciene. I think its OK. e-mail me as much as you can. Totally bored and fighting with Denis. Ya.
   By the way Hyaciene...MOI STORY!!!!
   You can post it here. I guess.
   P.S. Daria and Rakhil are both f***ing bitches!!!

2. Libbie says:

   already read it in class
   nice......................
   so wat is it? a giant rat?
   LOL

3. Summer Raine says:

   wow! please continue. i liked it a lot!

4. Bob Mortland says:

   Yes, Continue