There was a room, as Jeremy has suspected, but inside of the room is what set him back. The room on the other side was an exact replica of the room he was standing in, minus him.
“What the hell?” Jeremy asked himself.
He took a step forward and inched his head inside of the space where the mirror used to be. He scanned the room twice to make sure he wasn't losing his mind. He saw the table, the chair, the ashtray, the dusty light bulb, and his head was currently sticking inside of the mirror.
“I guess one difference is that I couldn't see through the mirror,” Jeremy mused as he leaned over to pick up one of the shards of glass from his side of the wall. He looked at it and could see his reflection. He turned it over and could see....his reflection! Jeremy stared at the glass in his hand. This meant that someone built two rooms with a large double-sided mirror between them! Things were getting crazier and crazier by the second here. Jeremy raised himself over the part of the wall the mirror had been attached to and climbed into the other room being careful not to cut himself on the broken pieces of protruding glass.
Once inside of the room, Jeremy noticed that it was not indeed an exact replica as he had previously thought. In the right corner of the wall where the mirror had been was a television. It was one of those old black and white vintage sets they only make as a novelty, or so he thought. As he walked closer to the television he was able to see the thick layer of dust covering it, which was odd considering there was really not that much dust in the room, not counting the dusty light bulb above. Jeremy reached out to touch this oddity and was surprised when it suddenly sprang to life! There was a loud static sound and the picture began to come through. Jeremy squatted down in front of it to get a better view of what was trying to be shown on the screen. He started to make out a picture. It was a room and in it was a dark skinned man squatting in front of a television.
“Wait a minute that's....” Jeremy's voice trailed off as he realized he was looking at a broadcast of himself from behind at a high angle. “Okay what is going on here?!” he croaked.
“Relax, Mr. Colin,” said a voice. This one was a male voice with that same European accent. “Relax, Mr Colin. No one is here to hurt you. We would like to ask you a few questions.” Jeremy promptly stood up and looked around the room. The voice seemed to come from the same direction in this room as it did in his original room. He turned to face the wall behind himself and the TV.
“A few questions?” Jeremy repeated. “I have a few questions of my own that need answering” His previous nervousness quickly disappeared at the thought of someone demanding HE answer questions. After all, he was the one stuck in a room with no doors..make that TWO rooms with no doors.
The voice continued. “Mr. Colin, we understand that you may be a bit confused right now. We would like you to calm down. We would like to ask you a few questions.”
“I am calm. I just don't understand why I am here and why I was tied up and why there is no one else around and why you keep-” He was interrupted by the voice. “Mr. Colin, if you do not calm down we will be forced to use alternate methods in order to subdue you. It would be in your best interest to settle down. We are only trying to do what is best for you. We are only trying to do what is best for you. We are only trying to do what is best for-” The voice stopped and for some reason the room seemed even more silent than before.
Jeremy then realized the television was no longer on and he was again the only thing in the room that seemed to not have a hidden agenda.
© 2009 by Laira Reid
