Lalka_Travilaf, 21 мая 2018 г., 12:54
He was sitting in the room, pondering your next steps. The rope he was tied to the chair almost came off. ''Name, what's my name?'' - he feverishly recalled. ''What's that?'' - he saw on one of the walls of the bloody characters. Looking around, suppressing the desire to faint from severe headaches, he tried to pull the rope from his hands. Twenty minutes later, his attempts were successful. His head was splitting from the incredible pain, memory loss and gloomy environment made him panic. He felt like he had experienced this before. ''De-ja-vu'' - he said in syllables. Jaw ached no less than the head. Trying to get to his feet, he could not keep his balance and collapsed back to the floor. Impotence and animal fear paralyzed his body. The nausea that drove up to his throat added fuel to the fire - his tears rolled from his eyes. He began to remember - the memory began to clear up. ''Me... I'm just a simple taxi driver'' - he finally remembered. ''I have to feed my family. The wife and son must be worried'' - his thoughts cleared up. He spent another 20 minutes, but new memories are not added. Yes, he remembered the big picture of his life, but it was all so blurred, like memories and not him at all. Having managed to rise, it somehow hobbled to the only door. Coming from the window filled with boards light is not particularly pleased him. No hope in the nameless taxi driver, he did not inspire. Rather, on the contrary - in the air hung tension. Touching the handle, nameless noticed that the door is open. Without waiting for a fresh panic, he pushed her in front of him stood a long hallway. ''How many meters are there? Two hundred? Three hundred?''- he had never seen such long rooms. The corridor was lit by burning candles, the red carpet and green walls looked very ominous. With great difficulty moving his legs, the nameless man walked forward, where through two hundred steps he saw a new door. There were no windows in the room, and there was not enough light of candles. Finally he pushed the next door, but a heavy blunt-force blow from behind knocked out his last sense of life. ''What?..'' it just went through his head. ****** When he awoke, he was very surprised - his head almost did not hurt, however, he was still in the same room, chained to the same chair. The ropes were holding his hands, but he felt almost no weakness in his body. Swinging on a chair, he broke his back, and freeing his hands, got up. My memory got even better. His name Howard. He finally remembered it. And he remembered that he had not been doing this lately because it was his main occupation. This memory was cut short again. ''I'll try to study the room'', - with this thought, he began to examine the territory of the size of a meter by three. Nothing remarkable was noticed by him. Room was empty. The boards on the window were nailed with long, thick nails. Attempts to remove them did not give anything. Then Howard tried to read the writing on the walls. ''Here was A. F., death is not here, recursion is not a hindrance to us, look for the correct door, don't be afraid of the dark...''- and many other incoherent inscriptions he read. Handwriting each essay was, from what Howard concluded that he was not the first one who visited here. He again opened the door, but the corridor behind it, much has changed, it became lighter instead of candles hung from the ceiling incandescent bulbs that illuminated the entire space. There were practically no doors in the room, as well as Windows. With a calm step toward the only door at the ''end of the tunnel'' - Howard doubted whether to open it, but still touched the handle on it. Behind the door he waited for the same corridor. ''I don't like it any more'' - he thought, and was about to turn back, when the light went out from behind, and something was looking at him from the darkness, shining bright red eyes. Howard rushed into the next hallway, carefully closing the door behind him. Making a run to the next door, he opened it. ''O my god! What's going on here?'' - unable to bear it, he said aloud, looking at the room from which he was so desperately trying to escape. Yes, he was back in it. Before Howard turned around, something hit him in the back of the head. ****** Again, again this room, again pain in anybody, and again chair, on which he sat, but already not associated. A new memory visited him. Call in the middle of a noisy evening: ''Honey, he has a new attack, he needs you. a woman's voice spoke. I'm coming. His own voice was trembling.'' He remembered something else. No, he wasn't any taxi driver. The consciousness of the Howard cleared up even more. Yes, he drove a car, a car of some high-ranking bump. He was well paid, but he barely saw his family. An abundance of memories swept his mind, but the impression that they are all fake. Howard rose from his chair and rushed to the door. Opening it, he saw the new changes. The corridor was illuminated by light from the Windows on one side of the room. No planks, now he's running away! Coming to the first same window he recoiled. For window gap. And on the other side of this landscape - fog. He again rushed to the door, but something seemed specially framed him down, he collapsed. Lifting, he noticed a silhouette from the open room. - Stop playing with me! Howard shouted toward the motionless figure. The door opened behind him with a creak, but before he could turn his head, a violent blow again stunned him. ****** Now he woke up chained to the operating table, but oddly enough, all in the same room. His head was raised, and he did not see what was going on behind him, but clearly felt someone's presence. - What do you want from me? Howard shouted, and he began to panic again, though inwardly aware that his health had fully returned to normal, as had his memory. He was driving to his wife and sick son from his boss's party. The child had another seizure, so Howard was in a hurry to get to the family as quickly as possible. The weather was rainy, and on some of the turns he lost control. And further, further all as in fog. He remembered... didn't he? Suddenly the belts on the table on which Howard lay flew off. He, not looking back, jumped up and ran, taking out the door. In the hallway it was Sunny, the Windows streamed a warm light. Running past them, Howard could not help but pay attention to the opened landscape: the waterfall going directly from a rock, probably on which there was Howard, and ahead bright-blue sea. This picture caused a strange calm and peace to the soul of Howard. Opening on the run next door, he suddenly stopped - he was surrounded by pitch darkness, and only in the distance shone with a doorway, from which came a very bright light. ****** Howard woke up in the hospital room. Sat next to the dozing wife. He abruptly tried to get out of bed, but could not. ''He's all right,'' said the wife, opening her eyes. And added: - your chief of helped with medical help and him and you. How long did I sleep? - Howard looked at her. - You were in a coma for four days, but it's gonna be okay. She smiled, got up and left the room. Howard looked at the closed door in bewilderment, and it was full of the writing he saw in that room, and one of them was particularly striking to him: ''Wake up, Howard!''. Author: Me.
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