A dim light shines through a tiny space above her head. Tammy can hear the slight sound of birds singing nearby. She turns to face the darkness to her right and realizes she is not alone. The silhouette of another person can be seen, even though the darkness is overwhelming the room. The slight rays of light fighting for presence from above as they reflect onto the nearby wall are little help. Tammy wonders who this can be, why they are together and, as she turns her head side to side, wonders where the hell they are. She lies still, as to not alarm the other of her presence, at least not until the rays from above win their current battle for relevance in the room. She lies still and listens to the birds outside the above window. Suddenly, the bed tosses from side to side as her bed mate sits straight up in the near darkness as the above rays are beginning to triumph for space. Tammy gasps as she watches the girl next to her turn in surprise and stare at her.
“Who the hell are you?” Her voice rings out.
“My… my name is Tammy. Who are you?” She timidly replies as she, too, sits up in the bed.
“Rebecca,” the voice calmly says. “You can call me Becky. Where are we?”
“I do not know where we are. I just woke up a few minutes ago and it has been too dark to see anything.”
“I’ve been awake a little while, listening to the birds in the darkness. I heard your breathing change and figured you were awake,” Becky says.
“Why are we even here? Do we know each other?”
“I don’t think so,” Becky replies. “I don’t think I know a Tammy.”
“I was thinking the same thing about Rebecca.”
The ray’s battle subsides as it overtakes the responsibility of illuminating the tiny room, victory, as the two girls glance around their surroundings in the new found light. Becky stands from the bed and reaches up to the tiny window above and pulls the curtain aside, allowing more light into the room. She steps up on the bed and peers out through the dirty glass. “Nothing,” she says as she steps down.
“Nothing?” Tammy asks, as she exits the bed and heads for the door.
“Just a field and some weeds with a whole bunch of trees beyond them. We’re in a basement,” she says as Tammy jiggles the door knob. The knob turns but something is keeping the door from opening, something firm.
“We’re locked in,” Tammy says as she turns and looks at Becky. “We need to figure out why and where we are.”
“What did you do last night?” Becky asks.
Thinking for a moment Tammy shakes her head and says, “I can’t remember.”
“Yeah, me neither, damn it.”
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Ken Biltz has aspired to be an author for many years. After finally achieving this goal he continues to create more novels. His words mostly conform to the horror/thriller genre, but Ken feels like he has cross genre material within him, stay tuned. Ken lives in Ravenna, Oh, with his wife, two dogs and a cat that runs the domicile. He and his wife’s children are all grown and contributing 7 grandchildren to keep him distracted. He has been employed at the same forge in Streetsboro, Oh, for 27 years and hopes to one day quit that, and write full-time. Wish him luck. Connect with Ken at twitter.com/kenbiltz1 and on his website kenbiltz.com.