Aleena strolled
along the shoreline, basking in the warmth of the summer afternoon. The
invigorating salty breeze danced through her long, naturally wavy dark auburn
hair, adding to the bliss of the moment. She sported a set of denim shorts
matched with a relaxed white cotton blouse featuring charming floral
embroidery, finished off with brown sandals. As she took the white polka-dot
scrunchie off her wrist, she swept her hair back into a casual ponytail. Her
friends were busy with their own commitments and couldn’t join her at the
beach, but she yearned for a peaceful escape anyways. She sought to find her
inner calm while reflecting on the exciting adventures that awaited her this
Summer.
“The Comic-Con is set to take place in San Diego this summer, which is exciting, can’t wait to go. The rest of the summer days will be carefree and peaceful.,” she mused. While the summer would certainly be peaceful and a great time to hang out with her friends, she remains unaware that her life is about to change forever. She exhaled deeply, taking in the sight of people relishing their summer afternoon. After an hour of enjoying herself at the beach, she made her way back to her car and drove home. Later, her friends Liz and Tiki arrived, and they spent time together, chatting and watching TV.
“Are we going to
Comic-Con this year?” Tiki asked.
“Yep, let’s make
plans for a two-day adventure there,” Aleena suggested.
Aleena and her friends chatted about their summer plans, and once they departed, the family relaxed for the evening. At 21, she was still living at home, a situation that was becoming increasingly common as rising living costs made it tough for typical college students to afford their own places. She was indifferent to the situation; living at home allowed her to save significantly more than if she were shelling out $2,000 in rent. Even if she and her friends decided to share an apartment, the overall expenses would still be too high for their budgets. A few weeks later, Aleena and her friends went to the Comic-Con.
“Wow, I can’t
believe we’re here,” Tiki giggled, she’s clearly giddy over the trip.
“Do you think
we’ll see anyone famous here?” Liz asked, as her eye greenish brown almond
shaped eyes scan the large room, filled with people.
“I’m sure we will,
let’s check out the booths,” Aleena said. The trio enjoyed themselves and met
like-minded individuals.
As the day started to wind down, Aleena and her friends decided to hit up a McDonald’s close by. “Once we’re back, I really want to check out that booth and grab some handmade Doctor Who magnets,” Liz mentioned. She’s been a huge fan of the show for ages, especially when it comes to David Tennant.
"Same
here," Tiki added.
Liz replied, a bit
let down, "Alright then." The three of them returned to the hotel
room to switch into their evening outfits. Aleena opted for a white button-up
shirt, an olive suede vest, and jeans. Liz sported a red denim jacket, a
white tee, and black jeans and Tiki threw on her teal green sweater and a pair
of jeans.
Meanwhile, Liz was
in the bathroom, brushing her long dark blonde hair and applying some peachy
lipstick. Tiki knocked on the door and asked, “Are you almost done?” She really
needed to use the bathroom.
Liz sighed
dramatically and said, “yesss.” She walked out as Tiki hurried inside. Tikki
also readied herself, fluffing up her curly black hair, she powdered her mocha-colored
skin and checked her eyeliner. After checking out her reflection, she gave
herself a nod and walked out.
Eventually, the
trio made their way back to Comic-Con. As they strolled through the bustling
aisles, exploring booths and soaking in the atmosphere, Liz suddenly froze.
“No way,” she
silently exclaimed, gesturing towards a room where a Doctor Who panel was, and likely
David Tennant is there. They walked in and she saw him sitting alongside fellow
actors.
She gazed at
Aleena, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and Aleena playfully rolled her
eyes before giving a nod.
“Alright, let’s do this.” They settled into
seats at the back, but Liz was unfazed; all she wanted was to catch a glimpse
of David Tennant.
“Tiki, I need to
hit the restroom. I’ll be right back,” Aleena said, making her way out.
Tiki acknowledged
her with a nod before refocusing on the panel. After 45 minutes had passed, Liz
and Tiki exited the room and started looking for Aleena.
"Do you think
she could be back at the hotel?" Tiki asked, scanning the area.
"I'll give her a call," Liz replied,
but there was silence on the other end. Tiki sent a text to Aleena, but it
didn’t go through, leaving them both exchanging worried glances.
A frown creased
Liz's forehead as she shrugged and said, "I have no idea." They
paused and leaned against a wall, scanning the crowd of people, but Aleena was
nowhere in sight.
Tiki suggested,
“Perhaps she went back to the Doctor Who panel room. She might’ve thought we
were still there.”
Liz looked
confused, “It’s hard to believe she’d just vanish, so she must be nearby. We’ll
need to search for her,” she said, taking Tiki’s hand. “Let’s get
moving.”
They wandered
through the area, checking nearly every corner before making their way to the
restrooms. Tiki remarked, "I doubt she's still around here." After
searching the restroom without success, they were heading out when they almost
collided with Eli Marsh. He was clad in a sharp black suit, his dark
hair neatly slicked back. Liz's voice faded as she recognized him. "Oh my
gosh," she exclaimed, her breath catching.
"It's Eli
Marsh, the wealthiest man on the planet!" She mused, as she
glanced over at Tiki, who mirrored her astonishment with wide eyes.
"Pardon me,
ladies," he said with a charming smile as he made his way to the
restrooms, with a bodyguard trailing behind him.
“He must be his
bodyguard," Tiki murmured as they observed him vanish around the corner.
They resumed their search through the crowd of people, eager to locate Aleena.
“Where am I?" she wondered aloud, standing in the middle of a room with corridors branching off in various directions. She took a moment and glanced around. Her hazel eyes growing wide with apprehension. Memories flooded back—she had been in the restroom, and after stepping out, she was heading down a hallway back toward the Con when something caught her attention: a peculiar yellow door. A vivid glow streamed through the gap in the door. Overcome by curiosity, she pushed it open. As she entered, a wave of energy surged through her, causing her knees to give way, and she collapsed onto the floor. The room seemed to whirl around her, and when she finally blinked her eyes open, she found herself staring at a worn, yellowish carpet that looked like it had seen better days. She shook her head, regretting her decision to open that door. Glancing around, she muttered, “What the Hell is this place?” Rising to her feet, she took a few cautious steps, her heart racing.
“If I just keep moving, maybe I’ll stumble upon the door I came in from,” she reassured herself. She kept walking and walking, but everywhere she looked, it was just more of the same—yellow rooms and hallways. No matter which way she turned, she ended up in the same spots. It felt like she was stuck in a maze.
A wave of fear and
anxiety washed over her, making it feel like she had walked straight into a
nightmare. The only noise was the buzzing of the fluorescent lights overhead,
which flickered occasionally, leaving her curious about what was going on.
"There’s light here, so there’s electricity, but it feels like this place
is," she hesitated, "completely empty of other people," she said
to herself. Taking her phone from her clutch, she checked for signal bars.
“No signal at all,” she murmured, frustration
evident in her sigh as she tucked the phone back and tightened her grip on the
clutch strap, moving forward.
She paused at a
wall marked with the words “The Peasant Girl,” contemplating the
message. “Someone must have wrote this,” she thought. Continuing down
the hallway, she noticed an arrow that appeared to be painted red. As she got
closer, her heart raced when she realized it was blood, not paint, prompting a
soft gasp and a step back. With wide eyes, she scanned her surroundings,
convinced she heard an eerie sound in the distance.
(This is a fanfiction related to the Backrooms. Images used on this blog are for the reads entertainment. The bold text is for those who have eyesight problems.)
NOTE: This story is an original and will be published as a book in the coming weeks.
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