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