Question
Bell Ringer Prompt:
"Just as I reached for the door, I heard a voice whisper my name from the other side."
Write a short narrative extension (5 minutes) that continues this line. You must include at least one of the following:
a plot twist (something unexpected happens),
dialogue (a character speaks), or
a climax (a turning point in the action).
"Just as I reached for the door, I heard a voice whisper my name from the other side."
Write a short narrative extension (5 minutes) that continues this line. You must include at least one of the following:
a plot twist (something unexpected happens),
dialogue (a character speaks), or
a climax (a turning point in the action).
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Just as I reached for the door, I heard a voice whisper my name from the other side. It sent a chill down my spine, and I hesitated, my fingers hovering above the brass handle. "Is someone there?" I called, my voice barely above a whisper.
No response. Just the unsettling sound of my own heartbeat hammering in my chest. The faint echo of my question felt like it was swallowed by the thick darkness that loomed beyond the door. I took a deep breath, summoning my courage, and pushed the door open.
The hinges creaked ominously as the door swung wide, revealing a dimly lit hallway. Flickering lights cast long shadows across the cracked wooden floor. The air was stale and thick, a nauseating mix of mildew and something else I couldn’t quite place. I stepped inside, my boots muffled by the worn carpet.
“Hello?” I tried again, my voice echoing strangely. But this time, it was accompanied by a sound—a soft, almost melodic hum that seemed to rise from deep within the corridor. It was alluring, beckoning me further. Against my better judgment, curiosity pulled me forward.
“Emily...” The whisper had returned, clearer this time and more insistent. But there was something oddly soothing about it, like the gentle coaxing of a familiar friend.
“Who are you?” I managed to call out, uncertainty cracking my bravado.
The humming grew louder, wrapping around me like an embrace. “I’m waiting for you. Please, just a little further.”
I felt a tugging sensation within me, as if the voice were a thread connecting us. The hallway twisted and turned as I walked, suddenly filled with moments that felt distant yet familiar. Old memories floated through: laughter with friends, family dinners, the day I’d moved away. The world around me shimmered like a mirage.
But then the hum changed, a discordant note slicing through the enchantment. “Emily! Stop!” It was a new voice, sharp and frantic.
Startled, I spun around to find Lucas standing behind me, his expression a mixture of anger and fear. “You can’t go further!” he shouted, stepping towards me. “It’s a trick! That voice... it’s not what you think!”
I blinked, my mind racing. “What do you mean? I heard it call for me. It’s beautiful, Lucas.”
“No!” he argued, panic creeping into his voice. “It’s dangerous! You have to trust me. We both know what happened to the last person who followed it.”
In that moment, the warmth I felt dissipated, replaced by an icy fear. I remembered the stories—the rumors of people who’d disappeared after hearing the whispering voice. Desperation seeped into my heart, and the clamor around me suddenly intensified, shadows shifting and swirling in the corner of my eyes.
“Emily! Come back!” The voice cried out again, now tinged with an edge of rage.
With the sound broke the spell, and I took a stumbling step back. “What happens if I don’t?” I called out, trying to muster some defiance.
“The darkness consumes!” Lucas’s voice pierced through the chaos, and I finally understood the danger. The seductive lure of the voice was not a friend at all but rather a predator, preying on my own vulnerabilities.
I forced my feet to move, the desire to escape surging through me. “Let’s go!” I shouted at Lucas, my heart pounding as I reached for his arm. We turned together, racing down the corridor, the hum of the voice growing frantic behind us.
“Emily, you mustn’t run!” it urged, desperation now lacing its tone. “Stay with me!”
We burst through the doorway, slamming it shut behind us and bolting the lock. We stood there, gasping for breath, the oppressive darkness beyond the door now locked away.
“What would have happened if I hadn't listened to you?” I asked, trying to steady my racing heart.
Lucas met my gaze, eyes wide and serious. “You don’t want to know.” He paused, and for a moment, the weight of that still hung in the air. The shadows began to settle, and I finally allowed myself to breathe.
But deep down, I knew something had changed. The voice on the other side may have been silenced, but its whispers echoed in my mind, questioning, begging. And as we leaned against the door, I couldn’t help but wonder if this would be the last time I heard it whisper my name.
No response. Just the unsettling sound of my own heartbeat hammering in my chest. The faint echo of my question felt like it was swallowed by the thick darkness that loomed beyond the door. I took a deep breath, summoning my courage, and pushed the door open.
The hinges creaked ominously as the door swung wide, revealing a dimly lit hallway. Flickering lights cast long shadows across the cracked wooden floor. The air was stale and thick, a nauseating mix of mildew and something else I couldn’t quite place. I stepped inside, my boots muffled by the worn carpet.
“Hello?” I tried again, my voice echoing strangely. But this time, it was accompanied by a sound—a soft, almost melodic hum that seemed to rise from deep within the corridor. It was alluring, beckoning me further. Against my better judgment, curiosity pulled me forward.
“Emily...” The whisper had returned, clearer this time and more insistent. But there was something oddly soothing about it, like the gentle coaxing of a familiar friend.
“Who are you?” I managed to call out, uncertainty cracking my bravado.
The humming grew louder, wrapping around me like an embrace. “I’m waiting for you. Please, just a little further.”
I felt a tugging sensation within me, as if the voice were a thread connecting us. The hallway twisted and turned as I walked, suddenly filled with moments that felt distant yet familiar. Old memories floated through: laughter with friends, family dinners, the day I’d moved away. The world around me shimmered like a mirage.
But then the hum changed, a discordant note slicing through the enchantment. “Emily! Stop!” It was a new voice, sharp and frantic.
Startled, I spun around to find Lucas standing behind me, his expression a mixture of anger and fear. “You can’t go further!” he shouted, stepping towards me. “It’s a trick! That voice... it’s not what you think!”
I blinked, my mind racing. “What do you mean? I heard it call for me. It’s beautiful, Lucas.”
“No!” he argued, panic creeping into his voice. “It’s dangerous! You have to trust me. We both know what happened to the last person who followed it.”
In that moment, the warmth I felt dissipated, replaced by an icy fear. I remembered the stories—the rumors of people who’d disappeared after hearing the whispering voice. Desperation seeped into my heart, and the clamor around me suddenly intensified, shadows shifting and swirling in the corner of my eyes.
“Emily! Come back!” The voice cried out again, now tinged with an edge of rage.
With the sound broke the spell, and I took a stumbling step back. “What happens if I don’t?” I called out, trying to muster some defiance.
“The darkness consumes!” Lucas’s voice pierced through the chaos, and I finally understood the danger. The seductive lure of the voice was not a friend at all but rather a predator, preying on my own vulnerabilities.
I forced my feet to move, the desire to escape surging through me. “Let’s go!” I shouted at Lucas, my heart pounding as I reached for his arm. We turned together, racing down the corridor, the hum of the voice growing frantic behind us.
“Emily, you mustn’t run!” it urged, desperation now lacing its tone. “Stay with me!”
We burst through the doorway, slamming it shut behind us and bolting the lock. We stood there, gasping for breath, the oppressive darkness beyond the door now locked away.
“What would have happened if I hadn't listened to you?” I asked, trying to steady my racing heart.
Lucas met my gaze, eyes wide and serious. “You don’t want to know.” He paused, and for a moment, the weight of that still hung in the air. The shadows began to settle, and I finally allowed myself to breathe.
But deep down, I knew something had changed. The voice on the other side may have been silenced, but its whispers echoed in my mind, questioning, begging. And as we leaned against the door, I couldn’t help but wonder if this would be the last time I heard it whisper my name.