He adjusted the headset -
I was standing in a hotel room with orange walls -
I turned my head, wary and already half afraid -
There was a TV set with a hissing screen in front of me -
Behind me I saw a vague shape covered with a blue sheet -
Suddenly, dark birds started flying around the room - a face appeared upon the TV screen, masked with snow -
Thin fingers reached out for my face -
With a gasp, I tore off the headset -
It's like being inside Stephen King's story - 1408 I babbled - that orange light ! -
I looked around the familiar room I now stood in -
But what if things change, I thought -
What colour light would then fill this house? -
Whose voices would I hear on the telephone?
11.00
Wednesday 30 December 2015
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
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