Nobody's Tale

I woke up. The first question in my head was, “Who am I?”

                I looked around the room I’m into and it was huge and filthy and dark—so dark that the only thing that illuminates it was the sun-bright question running in my head. The air was damp and the whole place smelled like a dreadful catastrophe. As I was to stand, I touched something—no, someone beside me. A dead-cold corpse of a man covered with blood and wounds beside the spray-painted wall on which I am certain he had written for he was still holding the red spray paint: KILL THE WOLF!

                Kill the wolf?

                I started to wander around the room, cautious that a wolf might jump and attack me from nowhere. A dusty desk was sitting on the corner of the cellar, the handle was missing but I managed to pull the drawer. I found a key.

                Beside the key was a small paper written in a bad calligraphy: Hide before the wolf finds you!

                I grabbed the key. This might help me get out of this place and escape whatever wolf might be lurking in the darkness that could be watching my every move, just waiting for the right moment to attack me with his fangs and claws until I bleed to death, just like that dead man.

                The majestic double-door was locked from the outside, the windows are sealed as well. The key did not fit any keyhole that I managed to find. Things are getting blurrier; I’m just getting more confused. Who am I? What’s this place? What wolf? Where’s this key for? Who wrote the note? Who is that corpse? My head was throbbing and I slumped on the floor.

                Thud!

                The concrete floor sounded like a wood. Could it be—

                I scoured the earth covering the now slightly visible trapdoor I have just discovered. There was no handle so I had to dig my nails on the very tight gap between the concrete floor and the door. It was heavy and thick and the hinges seemed to be busted but I succeeded in lifting it. It was pitch dark underneath so I blindly reached with my arms on whatever was there. I touched something cold.

                The small chest that I was able to lift from underneath was rusty and dusty. I tried they key to its padlock and it opened with a click. I immediately got the thing inside it. A mirror. I looked at it and saw my reflection. 

That’s when I remembered—I am the wolf.

written by: Marshall