Eileen murmured groggily as she woke. She sat up and brushed her auburn hair from her face, glancing about the room. A gentle yawn was followed by a few idle movements of her mouth as she stood and stretched, a pleasant pulse flowing from her arms and down to the center of her back.
"Hmph. Another day... weird dream though," Eileen muttered to herself. She somberly walked from her room into the hallway, opening the door to her bathroom. She stepped in, eyes focused on the mirror first and foremost. She noticed her slightly messy hair even from the door, something which needed to be tamed. She reached over on her sink for her brush.
That's when she caught something peculiar from the corner of her eye. She turned to get a closer look and saw a strange hole positioned directly above her toilet. Its size was more than enough for a grown person to crawl through, and as she moved in for a closer look, she was shocked to see that it disappeared into an unfathomable darkness.
"That's... odd," Eileen said. Her concern over it grew, and by the time she finished with her hair, she was already too bothered by it to let it pass for any longer. Exiting the bathroom, she headed out into the living room... and saw chains on the door.
"What?!" she exclaimed. Rushing over, she yanked at the chains and turned the knob in hopes that it would give way. Her efforts proved unrewarded, even with the use of a few tools she kept handy in her apartment. Rebuffed by the door, she tried a second means: the telephone. To her dismay, she received no signal. She went so far as to check the phone jack, which appeared entirely intact.
For the next half hour, Eileen tried similar means of escape. She pounded on the door, retried prying it open or using the telephone, she even tried breaking the windows. No luck.
"What the heck is going on?!" she worried. As despair overcame her, desperation soon followed. She headed back to the bathroom with a flashlight, shining it deep into the hole.
"It looks safe..." Eileen said. Fortunately for her, she went to sleep the prior night wearing her favorite outfit: a striped pink tanktop and denim skirt. The socks and shoes remained as well since she was too tired to ditch them beforehand, meaning that though she may have looked a little unkempt, she was still presentable and ready to go out.
"Here it goes," she convinced herself. As she climbed onto the toilet and inside the hole, she crawled deeper and deeper. The tunnel seemed unending for a while, but soon it opened up to a brilliant white light. She got closer and closer, until finally she passed through it to discover herself...
Tue Sep 18 03:17:38 2007