Lost Profoundly by Nic Paolo
Lost:
/lôst,läst/
adjective
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Dark. The corridor stretches deep into the darkness, twisting and coiling like an anaconda squeezing its prey.
Left.
Right.
Left.
Right.
Left.
I dash through this labyrinthine hall, stopping abrupt at the door. I twist the knob, and carefully push the door forwards. I peer into the room, a dim glow coming from the single bulb embedded in the ceiling. A small couch and television are all that this chamber contains.
THUD
THUD
THUD
A creature stomps down the hall, opening doors as if hoping to find some treasure behind them. I hurry faster, running to the next door down the hall. I swing open the door, rush inside, and find myself inside a small bedroom. The only feature of note is a large pine wardrobe. I enter the wardrobe, and pushing the coats aside, take shelter inside this wooden sanctuary.
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Lost:
/lôst,läst/
verb
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CrREEEkkk
The door opens. It’s here. I hold my breath as this huntsman raids the small room in which I pray for my life. It hurries its way throughout the room. It bumps along, checking everywhere but one spot. My wooden watchtower kept me high and dry from this torrent of hate that has flooded the rest of this small chamber, and like the waves of the ocean, it finally ebbs; closing the door softly behind it.
Silence.
Pure beautiful silence.
hunched inside this pine palace, it is quiet, No beasts. No running. Just quiet.
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Lost:
/lôst,läst/
verb
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It was just a simple game. A schoolboy’s game. Hide and Seek. Run around the mansion, hide, and hope not to be found. It was fun. Was.
It all started with the screams. Those horrible screeches echoed through the halls. Not the light-hearted yelp of someone caught by a friend in a game, but the scream of a dead man, howling with desperation as they are dragged back into the dark. The house was normal at first but it became proceedingly unnatural.
Lost.
I’m lost. Hopelessly lost. There’s nowhere to go, nowhere to run. There’s no escape. There’s no escape
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Lost:
/lôst,läst/
adjective
THUD
THUD
THUD
The stomping is back. It's looking in this hall again. Up and down. Up and down. It paces through this hall again. It knows I’m here. It can tell.
It can tell.
CRACK
The door swings open. It's here. I’m balanced on a ledge, teetering between safety and death, and this creature is the breeze. It stomps around the room, looking for its next victim. My heart is stopped, my breath is held.
The stomps stop. I hear it breathing.
It’s here. Right in front of this wardrobe.
This sanctuary has become a coffin, a wooden box in which I will never leave.
It’s going to get me eventually.
It’ll find me.
I’ve been found.
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Lost:
/lôst,läst/
adjective
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Lost:
/lôst,läst/
adjective
- unable to find one’s way; not knowing one’s whereabouts
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Dark. The corridor stretches deep into the darkness, twisting and coiling like an anaconda squeezing its prey.
Left.
Right.
Left.
Right.
Left.
I dash through this labyrinthine hall, stopping abrupt at the door. I twist the knob, and carefully push the door forwards. I peer into the room, a dim glow coming from the single bulb embedded in the ceiling. A small couch and television are all that this chamber contains.
THUD
THUD
THUD
A creature stomps down the hall, opening doors as if hoping to find some treasure behind them. I hurry faster, running to the next door down the hall. I swing open the door, rush inside, and find myself inside a small bedroom. The only feature of note is a large pine wardrobe. I enter the wardrobe, and pushing the coats aside, take shelter inside this wooden sanctuary.
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Lost:
/lôst,läst/
verb
- evade or shake off (A Pursuer)
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CrREEEkkk
The door opens. It’s here. I hold my breath as this huntsman raids the small room in which I pray for my life. It hurries its way throughout the room. It bumps along, checking everywhere but one spot. My wooden watchtower kept me high and dry from this torrent of hate that has flooded the rest of this small chamber, and like the waves of the ocean, it finally ebbs; closing the door softly behind it.
Silence.
Pure beautiful silence.
hunched inside this pine palace, it is quiet, No beasts. No running. Just quiet.
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Lost:
/lôst,läst/
verb
- Be or become deeply absorbed in (something)
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It was just a simple game. A schoolboy’s game. Hide and Seek. Run around the mansion, hide, and hope not to be found. It was fun. Was.
It all started with the screams. Those horrible screeches echoed through the halls. Not the light-hearted yelp of someone caught by a friend in a game, but the scream of a dead man, howling with desperation as they are dragged back into the dark. The house was normal at first but it became proceedingly unnatural.
Lost.
I’m lost. Hopelessly lost. There’s nowhere to go, nowhere to run. There’s no escape. There’s no escape
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Lost:
/lôst,läst/
adjective
- Unable to be found
THUD
THUD
THUD
The stomping is back. It's looking in this hall again. Up and down. Up and down. It paces through this hall again. It knows I’m here. It can tell.
It can tell.
CRACK
The door swings open. It's here. I’m balanced on a ledge, teetering between safety and death, and this creature is the breeze. It stomps around the room, looking for its next victim. My heart is stopped, my breath is held.
The stomps stop. I hear it breathing.
It’s here. Right in front of this wardrobe.
This sanctuary has become a coffin, a wooden box in which I will never leave.
It’s going to get me eventually.
It’ll find me.
I’ve been found.
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Lost:
/lôst,läst/
adjective
- Having perished or been destroyed
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