A Room Of Pitch Black - Animated Scary Story

When i was eightmy mother's mother's sister mygreat-aunt regina passed awayi barely knew herbut my mother took me and my brothersand sisters out to indianapolis toattend her wake there were manyrelatives visiting for the funeraland the accommodations were limited sohe ended up staying in her now emptyhouseher husband my great uncle peter hadpassed away a few years prior of courseby empty i meant that it was no longeroccupied as for furnishings though thehouse was palatialevery room was filled with antiquefurnitureantique lamps and all manner ofextravagant decorwe my two brothers and i were directedto a dusty living room in a small wickerbasket of ancient wooden toys and toldthat beyond that basket we were notallowed to play with anything elseno climbing on the furniture no turninganything onnothingwith that one rule in place we were thenfoolishly left to our own devices aseveryone else left to attend a receptionbefore the funeral itselfwe were abandoned in a crypt of a livingroom with a basket of wooden blocks andtoy trainsso naturally we ignored the baby toysand started exploring the enormous housewe didn't touch any of the things wejust went from room to roomthe place was so big though that wequickly got separated and we're callingout to each othereventually making a game of itpurposefully losing my little brotheruntil he'd crythrough a foyer i found a set of windingstairs leading up to the second floorand followed themthe second floor was just a long hallwaywith doors all up and down it on bothsidesall of them were closedone door in particular caught myattention because someone had driven twohooks into the wall on either side of itand draped a long sash across themeffectively cordoning off the doorwaythis made me curiousignoring the calls from downstairs of mybrothersi walked down the hall to the door withthe sashthere was nothing that immediatelyjumped out at me as being differentabout the door itselfjust a plain white door with a brassknoband a key sticking out of the keyholei jiggled the knoband found it lockedinside mei fought with myself for all of about 10seconds as leaving the door alone andgoing back downstairsbut i wanted to know what was in thereso i turned the key and tried the knobagaini pushed and the door opened inward andthere was this long sighlike it had been holding its breath andwas finally exhalingthe inside of the room was as black asnighteven with the door open and a lamp on asmall table just behind me across thehall the light stopped at the other sideof the door frameas if the room was swallowing iti couldn't even see the doorexcept for the edges and hingesit was like i was standing on aprecipice of nothingand i got dizzy just looking into iti had to hold on to the door frame tokeep myself steady at first then i tooka step back and i felt the rush ofvertigo fadeat the same time all of the soundsaround me seemed to become muffledfrom downstairs i could hear my littlebrother crying again but it sounded sodistantconversely my breathing became loud inmy earsi wasn't breathing heavily but it justseemed to thunderand i started holding my breathand when i didand a hush came over memy ears sensitizedand i heard itit was coming from inside the roominside the blackness maybe 15 to 20 feetinto the room moving perpendicular towhere i was standingi felt dizzy again for a second and hadto let out a ragged gasp of air before istarted turning bluethe tapping stopped for a second when iexhaledand then started anewonly nowit was differentwhatever was making the sound was nowmoving towards the doori was mesmerized by listening to it andi just stared into the nothingnesswaiting to see what was approachingi was scared but at the same time i wasfrozen in place by my own curiositydamn it to hell
i noticed that the sash across the doorwas movingfluttering gently in the middleinto the roomout to the hallinto the room out to the hall and as iwatched all i could think was that theroom was breathingi bumped my back against the littletable with the lamp on it before i evenrealized i had started shuffling slowlyaway from the doori reached back and gripped the edges ofthe table for supportand still the tapping grew nearerand nearerand under iti detected another awful sound
like somebody gnashing their teethtogether over and over againi couldn't even hear the first flooranymoremy breathing had gone quietall i could hear was the tappingand the clacking coming closer andcloserand at any secondtheir maker would step into the doorwayand show me its teeth and its clawsit was that insane image of a monsterwith long tapping nails and hungrygnashing teeth that drove my feetforwardtoward the doori sucked down a deep breath like i wasabout to plunge into icy waters and thenleaned across the billowing sashstretching my arm into the room intothat all and shrouding darkness andgrabbed for the doorknobi could barely reach it but i hooked myfingertips across it and pulledstraining my shoulder even as i held thedoor frame with my other hand as ileaned as far as i could go into thepitch blacki pulled and the door swung slowlytowards me i almost cried i was sograteful to feel the door moving theclacking sound was right in my earand i imagined hot breath on my neckas i got a better grip and the doorswung shut it bumped against somethingfor a moment and the tap that was rightat my feet made a screw for a secondthen the door swung shut completely andi held tight to the knob beforeremembering the keyturning it and stumbling back almostoverturning the table and lampi was shaking so badly that i ended upcollapsing to my knees they justcouldn't support me anymorethe tappinghad stoppedthe clackinghad stoppedthe sash was a skew from my drapingmyself over to reach into the roombut i didn't carei wrapped my arms around myself androcked for a momentlistening until the world seemed normalagaini ran back downstairs and told mybrothers what had happenedmy little brother didn't like the storymy older brother wanted to see the roomfor himselfi told him not to do it but he was deadset on seeing iti was in a panictrying to get him not to goi even told him i just made it up toscare them but he wanted to seei followed him upstairs begging andpleading for him to leave it alone and icould tell when he saw the sash acrossthe doorway that he wasn't going to backdownbut when we got to the door he tried theknoband found it lockedhe turned and looked at me frowning andi realized that when i had stumbled backi had pulled the key out of the keyholeand i was gripping it tightly in my fistmy brother didn't know about the keyi started to smile and he mistook myrelief a smugness and stormed backdownstairsmy little brother following close behindi quickly set the key behind the lamp onthe little table and ran from that doorthat evening when our parents returnedwe were all led upstairs to our selectedbedrooms on the other end of the hallfrom the room of pitch blackas we reach the top of the stairs iasked my mothermomwhat room is thatwhich onethe one with the thing across the doorthat was uncle peter's officehe was a lawyer she saidand when he'd bring home work with himhe'd do it in therewhy is it sealed off like that i askedi'm not surei do know that before he passed awayuncle peter spent a lot of his time inhis officeafter he died aunt regina locked theroom and wouldn't let anyone go inso i guess she wanted to keep it justlike it waswhen he was alivei laid awake that night listening to mybrother's snore and imagining i couldhear the tapping coming down the hallwayto my roomwhen i finally slepti had a nightmare that i was in the roomof pitch blackblind and something was hugging me toits chest and clacking its teeth in myearat one point i woke up with the need topee but the thought of finding thebathroom in the dark had me thinking awet bed would be preferablesomehowi held it all nightthe next daywe attended aunt regina's funeralit was rather surreal for me as aneight-year-oldseeing this dead person in a coffineven more surreal was the photo someonehad chosen to put up beside herand hang a wreath aroundit was an enlarged color photo of herand my great uncle peterstanding side by side in the yard infront of their luxurious housesmilingdespite being in her late 70s she waspermed and pretty wearing a green jackether arm entwined with hisuncle peter on the other hand was paleand sickly looking despite his smilehis eyes were sunkenhis hair shot white and his face gaunthe was hunched over in a business suitgripping a black cane in his left handto keep himself upand i couldn't help but noticethat he had disturbingly large teeth
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"A Room Of Pitch Black - Animated Scary Story"