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FINAL DESTINATION

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SANGEETHA KAMATH

 


The floorboards creaked and my footsteps echoed in the vast emptiness. A skylight high above in the ceiling filtered shafts of light. In the dim murkiness I could only see towering silhouettes. 

Unrecognizable. 

Unidentifiable. 

Where was I and how did I come here? Was I in an accident or had I bumped my head, lost my memory and wandered off to this abandoned structure?

I only had questions and not a single answer. I felt about in my pockets for my phone. I could do with some brighter light in here. Luck was on my side. I turned on the flashlight and saw a litter of weathered wooden crates, soggy cardboard boxes and newspapers littering the floor. 

I picked one up. It dated back to 1892! What on earth! Was it an abandoned museum? No chance! It looked like a warehouse. 

Paint was peeling off the walls. Where is the door? I need to get out of here!

I turned my flashlight all around but found none! No windows either! 

What was this strange place. What's going on! It must be a bad dream. I'm close to getting a panic attack now. 

Did I drop from the skylight? 

Suddenly a voice rang out calling my name as I jumped out of my skin! Someone knows my name! 

Oh no! Am I being held hostage? 

" Who is it? What do you want from me? I want to get out of here right now. Or else I'm calling the police!" I look at the screen but there's no signal !

"Don't waste your breath and energy. Your phone is as useless as a pebble where you're right now. As we speak, we are flying through space at light speed to another galaxy. This is the basement of a UFO and we're taking you along with us, Chosen One!"

©️ Sangeetha Kamath 

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