Once white tiles on the walls and floor are now gray and molded. Fluorescent lights hanging on the ceiling…most of them out or broken….one flickering with an eerie sound in the distance. The sound of water slowly dripping in a rusted metal sink behind me reminds me of a scene from a horror film I once saw as a child. I don’t remember much of it….a man in his mid 40s sitting on a torn brown sofa, wearing a blood stained wife-beater. His face in his hands, crying. The same sound was on the background. Flashbacks of a young boy stabbing his mother with a pair of scissors in the bathroom. Quiet…..only drops of water echoing in the background….he screams…
How did I get here? What is this place? Last thing I remember is me and you drinking pinot-noir on my terrace…..ohhh…..and the apple flavored hookah. You used to love that. Every night we’d do the same thing but every night it would be diferent…more intense, more serene….
I’m wearing vertical stripe white and beige pajamas….I don’t even own something like this…..I don’t even wear pajamas…
“Turn around” ….someone whispers. I jump up. There’s noone behind me….just the old metal sink and what’s left of a corroded mirror on the wall above it. I try to look in the mirror but the lights go out. A sharp woman’s scream, almost metallic scares me into running. I can’t see anything but I keep on running. A door. Behind it a large room with four pools of water. Two of them completely dry. One is full of black water….almost tar like…looks as if it’s boiling.
I head over to the fourth…


I can’t sleep. I’m all drugged up on cold medicine and still my bed feels like it’s sprinkled with breadcrumbs and slithering critters. I kept waking up to weird noises. Last night it rained heavily. A few times I thought there was a little girl in a white night gown scratching on the glass door to my terrace. It was cold outside. I wanted to let her in. She reminded me of the little girl in my grandmothers’ bedroom when I was a child. She was always on the chair in the corner and used to watch me sleep. Her feet wouldn’t touch the ground. She had blond curly hair and always seemed happy to see me. Never spoke….just stared and played with her teddy-bear. God I wish I had a Valium.