Room

The Room is a creepy story about someone who has a dream in which they are stuck in a bare, white room.

The Room

One night, I had a very strange dream. I found myself in a room with bare white walls. It felt like a sterile hospital room, but there was no furniture, just a mattress, a mirror and a sink. There was no door either, just a window. When I opened it, I relaized I was in a tall skyscraper and I was so high up, I could barely see the ground below.

As far as I could remember, I had spent my entire life in that room and I didn’t knowing anything else. Every day I would go through the exact same routine. I would wake up, get out of bed, pace around the room and stare at the wall. Day after day, it was always the same.

Then one day, I got the strangest feeling that something was not right. Something was different. I noticed a tiny crack in the wall. Having been in the room for years, I knew every single inch of it and even the smallest change was incredibly jarring. I knew that crack hadn’t there before. It made me feel very uneasy, but there was nothing I could do about it.

Then, a week later I noticed an even bigger change. All of a sudden, there was a slightly discolored patch on the ceiling. Again, it freaked me out a bit, but what could I do? Then things started changing again and each time the change would be slightly bigger than the last and they were becoming more frequent. Each time it happened, I became more convinced that there was something outside of the room, encroaching on me and trying to get in. I began to recall vague and fleeting memories of a time before I was in the room.

Then one day I woke up and saw the biggest change of all. Lying on the ground was a folded piece of paper. Cautiously, I picked it up and opened it. There was handwriting on one side. It was a note from someone claiming to be my sister. She said that I was stuck in the room and the only way to escape was to kill myself.

I had no idea what to do at that point. The room was all I knew. I was scared and I just tried to ignore everything and go back to my boring daily routine. At least that way, I knew I was safe. How could I even trust a note from someone claiming to be a family member I couldn’t even remember?

I spent the next few days thinking and pondering what I should do. There had to be something more outside the room. Eventually, I reached a decision. I opened the window and looked out. Then, I jumped and fell to my death.

That’s when I woke up.

Ever since then, as I go about my daily life, I can’t shake the feeling that this life is merely an illusion and in reality, I’m still stuck, pacing back and forth around that bare white room…

Comments

  1. TamasakiLion says

    @this is psychological horror its supposed to mess with your mind not just scare you with a scene of killing someone

  2. lovevamps7 says

    This was the best story I found among all the others… Welcome back SFK! But please update “black fog”… I know I know… I’m still clinging onto it…

  3. FAN OF SCARY FOR KIDS says

    I like this one. When I read this story I felt weird something weird about this I don’t know why I have experienced this or not but somewhere it sounded familiar anyways nice story scary for kids.

  4. BlackWidow5704 says

    @scaryforkids do you think you could do the scary origin (if its scary) of kids nursery rhymes and fairytales, and if you already did can you tell me the page its on?

  5. PurpleGirlTheHorrorFan says

    I think this is actually really nice! This is a different type of story, and I love it! This story got me thinking… What if he never jumped out the window? Would he have ever woken up? Or would he have stayed in the dream until he died? I really hope you post more stories like this, SFK, they’re interesting!

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