Write One Page Per Day – 44/365 – February 13, 2018

Continued from February 12, 2018

“Can I talk to you for a second?” Goldman asked as he stuck his head through the door.

“Yeah, I’ll be right out.” Claire replied as she stood. “I’ll be right back Daniel.”

“Okay.” Daniel Muttered.

“What’s up?” Claire asked once she was sure the door was closed behind her. “I think I can get through to him.”

“Something’s not right.” Goldman replied.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. Something doesn’t feel right.”

Claire and Goldman saw the frosted glass on the door suddenly light up as though someone had turned on a spot light in the room. A metallic scraping sound echoed from inside and all the light on the other side of the door went out.

“What the hell?” Goldman said looking to Claire as he drew his pistol.

Claire drew her pistol as well as she followed Goldman into the room. The room was pitch black, as though all the light in the room were being eaten by something. Goldman produced a small flashlight from his pocket. He depressed the button on the back of the flashlight to reveal that the table had a large chunk removed from it and Daniel was gone.

“Daniel?” Claire called out as she slowly walked around the far side of the table. The emergency lighting clicked on just as she rounded the table flooding the room with light.

“Jesus Christ, Claire. Look at the chair!” Goldman said, lowering his pistol in awe.

Claire looked down at the floor and found that the steel chair that Daniel had been sitting in was melted to the concrete floor. Upon closer inspection, the edge of the table around the missing portion also appeared to be melted.

“The camera!” Goldman said as he rushed out of the room.

“What happened to you?” Claire muttered as she stood up, “Where’d you go?”

“Claire!” Goldman called from the other room.

Leveling her gun once again, Claire ran into the adjacent room not knowing what to expect. Goldman was kneeling on the floor with what looked like a melted chunk of plastic in his hands. He at her with confused frustration on his face as he returned to his feet.

“What the hell have we gotten ourselves involved in here?” He asked her, “What could do this? Where’s the kid?”

“I don’t know.” Claire said as the room illuminated to a white-hot brightness.

Claire could feel the heat emanating from the source, but the light was so bright, even with her eyes closed, she dropped her gun and clapped her hands over her eyes. She heard Goldman scream, echoed by other screams through the station behind her. The light began pushing through her closed fingers as well she couldn’t control the scream that came out of her mouth.

The scream came not from fear but from a sudden, intense pain that exploded on her forehead. It felt like a hot poker was driving through her skull. Without warning the pain was gone and the world was black.

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