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It beckoned her like honey to a bee.

She followed the disembodied voice, and it led her deeper into the building. Carefully, she stepped into a corridor lined with numerous open windows. The corridor seemed to be never-ending. Giving in to her curiosity, she walked and looked at each window. One window showed a view of beautiful, lush forest, strays of sunlight streaking through the leaves of old trees. Another showed an empty hall. Yet another showed… the inside of a packed shopping mall? She was beginning to have an odd feeling creeping up her spine. She stared at that particular window, and she realised what was so weird, and somehow eerie about the windows.

Each and every environment out the window was moving of its own accord.

She shut her eyes and shook her head, and looked again. Indeed, the movement outside the windows seemed strangely familiar…

As though she were looking through another person’s eyes. A fourth window confirmed it, as it showed a boy in a classroom talking to the window itself. She went closer to the window, and it felt as though the boy was talking to her. The floor beneath her was solid, unmoving, and so were the windows themselves. A memory of a voice re-entered her mind.

”The Room of Eyes..”

Cautiously, she walked down the corridor, wary of each window now, of the unearthly feeling of looking through people’s eyes. She paused to look at one particular window, it showed an abandoned room, and it was one of the few windows not moving. Something, something came out from the corner of the dark room. It was a man covered in black from head to toe, and something sharp gleamed in his hands before it was raised to strike at the window, at her –

A huge, chilly gust of wind rushed past her down the corridor, and all the windows slammed shut at once. A voice made its way to her right ear, and sent her shuddering.

Hush.

written by kN. 27/12/13

 "Monday, Tuesday, every day
I get by and I'm well
Summer, winter, spring and fall
Time goes by so fast"

- B.A.P