Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24872476-20140427231040

Light elevator music played in the clinic's waiting room. It was a simple orchestra piece, with a quiet piano undertone. The chair under me was one in a row of five, which was in turn one of two rows. My row was lined up against the left wall, facing its twin on the right wall. A small wooden table was placed in between the rows with worn magazines strewn on top of it. Fluorescent overhead lights lit the place in a bluish white light. Their humble buzz could be heard clearly in the thick silence of the seating room.

BzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzBzzzzzzzzzzzzBzzzzzzzz The bored looking secretary sat behind a desk that was built into the wall next to the door to the exam rooms. Little knickknacks and a jar of pens sat next to a pot of flowers. They were pink lilacs, planted in a little clay pot. The secretary sat behind her little desk, separated from me by the wall and glass, typing on her keyboard. Clickityclack-clack...clackclickclickclack

The little clock on the wall above her read '9:16'. Two hours since I entered the office. A second clicked by.Tick. Another Tock. The hand of the clock thudding heavy each second. The time dragged by, as I waited in the waiting room. Isolated. Across the room from me was my only compatriot, a bedraggled old lady, wrapped in layers of cloth. She looked like was dozing, not looking at me particularly. The last person to go through the door had been in there for well over an hour. What were they doing in there? Maybe they'd gone out the back.

Lazily, the secretary looked at something on her desk, and raised her head. "Loretta? Dr. Ankou will see you now." The old woman wakened and got up slowly. She shambled towards the door, opened it and walked through. I paid no mind to the door or what was behind it. I simply sighed, waited my turn.

Wait. Ankou? The secretary had said that his name was Dr. Ankou. I was supposed to be seeing my usual doctor, Dr. Samson. There must be a mix up.

"Um, miss? Miss?" I asked in the direction of the secretary. She ignored me. "Miss. Miss... Um (the name on her desk plate read Ms. Dullahan. Dullahan? Must be Irish or something...) Miss Dullahan?"

She rolled her eyes and made a point of finishing her typing.

"Yes sir? What do you need?"

" Um, I think there's been a mix up. I was here to see Dr. Samson, but you said that Dr. Ankou would be seeing the last patient?"

"Dr. Samson works with Dr. Ankou. Samson is out today. Please sit down sir, I'll call when it's your time." ''My time? That's a weird way to phrase it.''

I went back to my seat and waited. Might as well read the magazines, I thought to my self. Lets see, Vogue, Chicago Times, People ... Wait what? The dates of the magazine were off. They said that they had been printed in the years 2015-2016. That... That doesn't make any sense.

Then I had a weird thought. Why was I here? What had I come in for in the first place. My line of thought was interrupted by scratching at the door. A sound like a dog scratching at the heavy wooden door filled the room. I shot up, and went to the door to see what it was. As I reached for the door knob, Ms. Dullahan commanded me ,"Don't open the door. Damn black dogs, always trying to get in." "Black dogs?"

"Yeah, those damn dogs, always trying to get in."

This... something was really off here. I looked at the clock. 11:02. This was getting ridiculous. "Dammit, I'm going to be late for my daughters play. I'm going to see the good doctor, right now," I said as I moved towards the exam room door. I reached for the brass door knob, my hand ready to fling it open. I knew something was screwy here. It was damn unsettling. "SIR! IT IS NOT YOUR TIME YET!" Dullahan screamed as I grabbed the knob. The commanding force in here voice made me step back a step. And I noticed I had left blood on the door knob. When had I started bleeding. I looked at myself in the reflection of the door knob. My right hand was deformed, crushed, and burned. slashes from broken glass covered me. My entire right side had road burns, and there was a two inch diameter hole through my chest. The right side of my face had been grinded off. I was dead. "Dammit, I hate it when this happens..." Dullahans voice sounded from her mouth. Which was now attached to here head, which she held at her side. "Dr. Ankou, he knows." The door opened a second later, revealing a skeletal figure, covered in a black cloak. Behind him light poured out, silhouetting his bony figure. Then I noticed it. He wasn't a skeletal man. He was a skeleton.

The cloaked figure gave me a gentle grin, or atleast the impression of one, and rasped ,"It's always harder when you realize it. Means you can't move on. Sorry about this man." He raised his hand, and the door behind me flung open.

Huge, black dogs surged through, grabbing hold of me mid-turn. They dragged me back, into the huge black whole the door had covered. Then everything went Black. <ac_metadata title="Review Request: The Waiting Room (I&#039;m aware it&#039;s a bit stiff)"> </ac_metadata>