The Prison of My Mind

Cavern

 

Part One: Return to the Lair

An old and wrinkled figure opens a secret door in the depths of an abandoned opera house. He has not been here in over 80 years, but he plans on making one last visit. It was here that murders were plotted, kidnappings were committed, and a love was lost. This old and wrinkly man was in the center of it. This man is me.

Wooden stairs seem to infinitely extend into the depths below. I walk down them. They creak in protest. Deeper and deeper I go into the hollow cavern that surrounds me.  It gets darker and darker. Colder and colder. Slime oozes from the walls. Stalactites hang low. Stalagmites as sharp as knives grow from the ground. They look as if they want to impale some unfortunate passerby. Unlit candles line the walls. Rats scurry. Bats flutter overhead. The creaking wooden steps gradually become limestone step embedded in the cave. I continue my decent.

It gets darker and darker. Colder and colder. Deeper and deeper. 

I walk further down. The cruel light that I have known for so long is extinguished. Welcoming dark envelopes me. I walk further down. I reach a hallway. One dull throne is at the end. An organ is next to it. Dust shrouds the organ from view. Cobwebs with spiders run along the corners. I take a seat on the throne. My bony fingers run over intricate carvings on the arm rest. It was expensive for sure. A simple reminder of the wealth I had before I lost everything. Because of Raoul. But now I am back. One last time after 80 years. I will reclaim what was mine and return this cavern to what it was: not a cavern for the bats and rats, but a lair for me.

Part Two: The Lair’s Return

Just as I am about to get off the throne, ominous music begins spreading around the cavern. It fills every corner, nook, and cranny. The organ seems to be playing along with invisible instruments. “There must be invisible instruments,” I think. How else can one explain the sound of violin when it is not visible?

I smile. The lair was waiting for me. It was waiting for me to return. Instead of getting off the throne to start fixing the lair, the lair starts repairing itself for me. I relax on my throne and allow the repairing to begin.

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The dust slides off the organ. The cobwebs disappear. The bats stop fluttering. Rats stop scurrying. Slime stops oozing. The candles light up. The throne I sit on becomes shiny.

A dining table appears. A lake is created in the cold and dark depths of my lair. A single boat is floating aimlessly on it. An ornate bed materializes. A Punjab lasso hanged on a hook. The cavern becomes what is used to be: a lair for me. I am the Phantom.

 

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4 thoughts on “The Prison of My Mind

  1. “The dust slides off the organ. The cobwebs disappear. The bats stop fluttering. Rats stop scurrying. Slime stops oozing. The candles light up. The throne I sit on becomes shiny” – This is very good description and I like how you make I as if I was there and watching it happen.
    Also, what is a Punjab lasso?

  2. “The cruel light that I have known for so long is extinguished. Welcoming dark envelopes me.” I love this sentence, it is so symbolical and thoughtful! This piece of your writing really shows that the phantom hasn’t been to his won home for so long. He must have been up there, hiding in the shadows cast against light. It really makes me wonder what he has done for all those hard, long years, curled away from the prying eyes of people. Was he mourning the loss of his runaway love? Was he crying for the compassion he never had? was he dreaming of the life he so desired? This really makes me think… alot.

    I also like your repetition for effect, “It gets darker and darker. Colder and colder. Deeper and deeper.” This story was extremely detailed. Awesome job!

  3. I liked the repetition you used at the beginning, ” Deeper and deeper I go into the hollow cavern that surrounds me. It gets darker and darker. Colder and colder.” It really stresses the picture in the readers mind and makes it more real.

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