The First Book Of Boogedy - Chapter Five

Show Notes

In this, the FIFTH chapter of THE FIRST BOOK OF BOOGEDY, SAM has found himself inside the strange old building he really wanted nothing to do with in the first place! Now he has to find his way out, which is incredibly difficult considering there are no doors or windows!

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Sam opened his eyes to darkness.
He was lying on the ground where he fell and realising that he didn’t know where that was, he sat up and scurried his bottom backwards along the wooden floor beneath him. His back thumped against a hard surface and he prayed that it was a wall and not some kind of terrible creature. He reached his hand behind him, felt the wooden, not monster-like surface beneath his fingers and breathed sigh of relief. As he sat there, feeling his heart beating rapidly through his eyeballs, the sweat of fear running down his back and into his shorts, his eyes became accustomed to the gloom he had found himself in. In the distance, some way ahead of him there seemed to be a light; a slight one, but enough to slowly return vision to him. Squinting his eyes, he saw that is was a candle, its flame dancing as it sent shadows flickering across the room.
It is a room, Sam thought to himself, not some terrible pit of hell that I’ve fallen into!
This realisation caused Sam no end of joy and bolstered by this fact, he slid himself up the wall and stood. His knees trembled slightly and girding himself, he took a few careful steps forward. The air was still and cold, like an empty museum and although it was dimly lit, he could make out the features of the room he now found himself in. It was indeed just one room, a hall really, as big as his home room at school but with far less annoying teens inside. There were no windows on the wall, as he had suspected when outside the building and, as far as his eyes could tell, there were also no doors. He carefully looked back over his shoulder at where he had seemed to enter the room and was alarmed to find that there was no sign of a door there either.
“Don’t worry, Sam.” He whispered to himself. “You’re just losing what’s left of your marbles, that’s all”
Sam then realised that whispering to yourself in a darkened room was incredibly creepy and decided not to do it anymore.
He walked on, each step painfully slow as the building creaked and groaned around him. Furniture began to appear to Sam’s eyes from out of the gloom; glass cabinets against the walls, a chest of drawers here, a lounge there, a kitchen table placed in the middle, each ornate and beautifully hand crafted, though all were covered in dust. They looked like abandoned toys, made full size and Sam had the distinct feeling that he was walking through a giant doll’s house.
As he came to the end of the room, Sam saw that the candle stood atop a tall, intricate candle holder, three empty holders on each side, melted wax dripping down from each. Next to the candle handle was a wooden chair adorned with red cushions. Not knowing what else to do, Sam sat upon it. The chair was heavy, hand made from thick, strong wood and the cushions were as soft as air. Sitting back in the chair, Sam sighed before noticing a small table. It stood on the opposite side of the chair to the candle and in its centre there was a picture frame.
Sam picked it up and looked at it. It was a picture of a young girl in a silver frame, a very old picture of a young girl but a young girl none the less. Her hair was tied back and she had her hands crossed across her lap in a sitting position. If Sam thought about such things he might have said that she was very pretty and had kind eyes, yet what occupied Sam’s mind most was the fact that there was no dust on the picture. Where it had sat on the table there was dust beneath, yet none was on the photo itself. Someone had been looking at this picture before Sam had entered, of that he was sure and as he thought this, he felt a wind began to blow through the room.
Only slight at first, Sam felt it on his arms, yet with there being no windows or doors he thought it must have been his imagination. Then it began to blow stronger, causing his hair to whip around in front of his face and the picture struggle to leave his hand. The wind moved all about the room, not in one direction but it circled all around Samuel and grew stronger as it went. Dust billowed everywhere and the wooden boards of the walls clattered and creaked against whatever held them there. Panic gripped him and Sam became aware of a noise, a strange unearthly sound all about him. It was a scream turned into a whisper and it bellowed in the very wind itself, echoing out a long, agonized Nooooooooo. Of course, Samuel knew that this couldn’t be and that such things were not possible, and just as he was convincing himself of this fact, the wind leapt up and in one great gust, blew out the candle and the whole room fell into complete and absolute darkness.