Creative Writing: Heart Of Darkness

They woke in darkness. It was not the simple, expected darkness but instead a heavy darkness. It was as if a massive woolen blanket had been draped over them. The air was cold. It stung your skin and seemed to reach down to your bones, chilling them and making them ache. There was a smell that stunk of something long dead and rotting. They were in a small room set aside from a larger room filled with junk and scrap metal that made a makeshift maze, the larger room was like the inside of a department store. The only light available was a deep orange red glow that emanated from the old light fixtures that swung gently on rusted chains overhead. The only noticeable sound other than their own breathing was the gentle screech of the swinging lights.
There were forty six of them. None of them knew where they were, the last thing they remembered was falling asleep in their beds. No one was older than seventeen but most where around twelve. Some cried, some stared off into the darkness and some looked for a way out. They would venture into the maze, some went alone some went in groups. James was the oldest of the group; he was tall and slender with brown hair and pale skin. He was the first …show more content…
As he and his other four fellow prisoners wound their way through the jagged metal and broken glass they would often feel that strange sensation that occurs when you are being watched by someone or something that is just beyond your view, each time it happened they would stop and search for the source but they would never find it. They were passing under what looked like a burnt out car when they heard it, a loud high pitch scream. The scream was like nothing any of them had ever heard before, it was not like a scream you let out when you're having fun playing chase or like a shout that happens when you get scared on a haunted house tour, no it was the scream of terror that only your worst fears can