The wardrobe towered over the cheap hotel room; a citadel keeping watch on those below. Elaine felt uncomfortable under its scrutiny. A grand piece of furniture like that – imposing in its finery of polished walnut, carved lintels and shiny brass handles – had no place in such a small, shabby room; the best she could afford in her haste to escape their disapproving faces. She fidgeted on the pillows wondering how anyone managed to manoeuvre the wardrobe through the narrow doorway. It must have been an exhausting feat of strength and endurance. She was certain the wardrobe must have done its best to prevent its arrival into this unsavoury situation.
Now, it commandeered the back wall encroaching an intimidating distance across the drab and grubby carpet. Elaine could not settle under its reproachful gaze. The wardrobe stood, austere and unfriendly, in admonishment; it was clear it did not belong in that room. She, tiny and unimportant, fitted perfectly in the miserable gloom of the place but the wardrobe, oh no, it was too good for its surroundings; beautifully crafted, made for higher purpose.
Elaine turned her back to it and switched off the lamp. Sleep would be difficult with the monstrous wardrobe mocking her from the shadows. In the dim light, she was aware it looked down on her in a superior, knowing fashion. She closed her eyes tight, tried to forget its presence. The flesh on her back began to creep. It was worse with the huge thing leering behind her. Elaine turned again; she would meet it face to face. It would not beat her into supplication.
In the darkness, the wardrobe sneered. It recognized she was unworthy of its attention, a nothing, a disappointment. It knew everyone expected more and she had let them down. It was no surprise she had ended up in this dismal place. The wardrobe wanted nothing to do with her. To be crammed into a lowly hovel was insult enough, it would stoop no lower. It would not share space with a pathetic individual. The wardrobe seemed to grow larger. It pressed against the walls and ceiling. Elaine slid to the far side of the bed until she reached the cool, far edge. She pulled the covers tighter, making herself a small ball; giving the wardrobe further territory. It was going to crush her, suffocate her; it would be master.
In panic, Elaine lunged for the light switch. The wardrobe loomed above her in the dusty glow. Its polished surface reflected loathing and disgust. It knew she had failed. Failed to get a degree. Failed to be a good wife. Failed to make her parents proud. The wardrobe filled the room, squeezing out the air. Elaineβs chest constricted. She tried to catch her breath but only managed quick, rasping gasps. She could no longer bear to see the wardrobe; to feel the weight of its scorn. In desperation, she covered her face with shaking hands and submitted to the cold, hard wood, smooth against skin as it smothered her.
This story is what my imagination does when I spend the night in an unfamiliar room with a large piece of furniture! Have you ever slept in a room where you have felt unsettled?
Great story!! I’ve definitely felt freaked out in a strange room with unfamiliar furniture!
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Thanks! Yes, I didn’t sleep much that night! π
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I was reminded of a sleepless night in a 4 star resort on the banks of a river. It was big tent like room and once it was dark the thought of things/people crawling from the river and entering the tent bothered me so much that I hardly slept.
I had to attend a wedding the next day I was so sleepy headed and irritable the whole time during my cousin’s wedding.
The tent itself looked like a monster with those fading lights from across the river and the breeze that rustled against the tent only added to my misery.
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I sympathize completely! I don’t like sleeping in new places – it takes me a few nights to feel really relaxed. π
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I have to reach a place atleast before sunset and have to get acclimatized to the surrounding before I can settle down. This is what I have noticed.
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Oh what our imaginations can do in those circumstances. Well done!
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Indeed! Thank you. π
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A great story – you’ve really made me feel the panic and claustrophobia and it’s a great device to use the wardrobe in that way – fortunately I don’t think I’ve ever felt this unsettled in a strange room π
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Thank you, I’m glad you felt the panic and claustrophobia. π
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What an imagination you have. And what an interesting story. Well done.
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Yes, it often keeps me awake! Thank you. π
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