The Narrow Escape


Delirious from the injections they continually dosed her with, she lay in a hazy fog in a room not much bigger than the bed she was lying in.  The room was completely bare; all potential threats removed.  Night and day, all she could do was stare at a blank white ceiling and try to imagine herself somewhere else.  Nurses came and went, checking on her every thirty minutes.  Most were uncaring and oblivious of her plight, and yet there was one nurse in particular who seemed especially fond of her.

Tonight she was confronted with a new face.  A surly woman with a tight grey bun marched into the plain room.  The woman looked as if she could do a fair amount of damage when met with any kind of obstinance.  Susanna didn’t dare take such a risk and instead lay there on the bed, willing herself to look as uninterested as possible.  The woman went about her business with military precision and then finally made her way over to Susanna.  Abruptly, the woman announced that she would be moving Susanna back to her original room and told her she would be strip searched and partially sedated during the process.

Without warning the needle was forcefully thrust into her arm, as if she were merely some sort of animal being injected out of obligation.  The nurse then demanded she get up at once and proceeded to shed her of her clothing.  During the grueling ordeal, the nurse stripped Susanna of her dignity as well.  After being thoroughly violated, she was ordered to put on a threadbare robe and given a few seconds alone.  The nurse then headed into the bathroom, to complete the remainder of her tasks.  This brief moment was all Susanna needed, as she realized the door to her room had been left ajar.  Now was her chance to finally escape the confines of this prison, which had held her captive for longer than she could even remember.

In a flash, she flew out of the room and headed for the emergency exit.  The door flung open and the brisk icy cold air met her head-on.  It was the middle of the night and the ground was blanketed with a new fallen snow.  A full moon hovered eerily over the old brick asylum; causing Susanna to shiver more from the fear she was experiencing than from the wintry weather itself.  Her senses told her she should run for her life and yet she stood there for a moment contemplating where she should go.  The hospital was surrounded by a dense forest which was nestled in the valley of a widespread mountain range.  Off in the far distance, Susanna spotted a large clearing atop an imposing hill.  An old boarded up mansion could easily be seen; seated at the top of an icy snowcapped peak.  Without hesitation, she decided to run for the large estate and hoped she would be able to find safe refuge there.

She ran as fast as she could, not even daring to look back.  Yet as she continued her trek through the foreboding forest and eventually up the massive hill, an eerie sensation came over her.  It was as if someone were right next to her and yet when she turned to look, nobody was there.  She felt the strong presence of at least one person, maybe even two; yet none could be seen.  The drugs were starting to take full effect and she began to feel dizzy and disoriented.  Trying her best to shake off the feeling that she was being followed, she neared the grand house and realized for the first time just how enormous the place really was.

The mansion looked to be hundreds of years old and because of its current decrepit condition, the thought of going inside filled her with panic and dread.  With no other choice, she continued up the icy slope, hoping to find a way inside.  The house was built in such a way, that it teetered on the edge of a cliff with its backside almost level with the peak of the hill; thus Susanna was able to easily climb onto the snow-laden roof.  She then proceeded to a small window, where she was able to peel away one of the boarded up shutters which led to the attic.  She then slid herself down, into what appeared to be a child’s playroom.

The room was dimly lit and to her great surprise, a little blond boy was standing at a small table, playing with his train set.  He wore blue knickers and suspenders to match and looked up inquisitively at Susanna.  She motioned for him to keep quiet and his blue eyes smiled back at her.  He seemed pleased by her presence and yet the next thing she knew, the little boy suddenly vanished into thin air.  Startled by his sudden disappearance, Susanna began to look for a place to hide.  During her thorough exploration of the large room, she was able to find a small wall panel hidden behind a chair.

Susanna immediately pried off the wooden panel to explore what was behind it.  It appeared to be nothing but an old storage area.  The vacant space appeared to be too small a place to hide in.  She began pressing against the boxes which were blocking her way, and realized that what looked like a small confined area, was actually an opening to a much larger room.  Thus, the boxes were easily pushed aside, and Susanna then crawled quickly into the dark dusty space.

After carefully setting the panel door back into place and pushing the boxes up against the opening, she crawled as far back into the room as she could.  As her eyes began to adjust, she noticed a large pile of old ripped up sheets.  She decided to cover herself up as best she could and hope for a positive outcome.  Unfortunately, the sheets didn’t cover her up completely and before she even had a chance to find another place to hide, she heard several people enter the attic.  There were many loud voices talking all at once and echoing footsteps made their way nearer to her hiding place.  After Susanna’s eyes adjusted a little bit more, she noticed another room off to her right.   Since it was far too late to go exploring the other room, she laid as still as she could and waited to see what her fate would be.

It wasn’t long before the wall panel was noticed and the searchers made their way into the dark musty room.  Susanna watched silently as each person crept closer to her.  Once the other room was noticed, most of the searchers headed there; realizing that it was probably a better place for somebody to hide.  There was one person, however, who remained in the room with her.  She could tell by the sheer size of the person’s silhouette that it had to be a man.  Holding her breath for fear of being heard, she said a silent prayer, asking that her presence would go undetected.  The man ventured back toward where Susanna lay; crawling on his hands and knees and feeling his way around in the pitch black room.  She could see his shadowy figure getting closer and heard his breathing becoming strained.

All of a sudden, the man came across Susanna.  She could feel the sensation of his hands, and it was as if he seemed to notice the softness of her body.  Still partially hidden beneath the thin sheet, Susanna couldn’t seem to be still another moment and found herself foolishly adjusting her leg.  She then knew without a doubt that she had been discovered.  The man was now practically on top of her and so she did the only thing that she could think of; she covered his mouth with both of her hands and let out a hushed “Please…” Surprisingly he didn’t utter a single word and instead began to relax his body on top of hers.  After looking at him closer, she realized who the man was.  It was one of the nurses who had taken care of her at the hospital.  He was the only nurse who had ever been kind to her.

Susanna lay there as still as she could; slowly removing her hands, she then stared straight into the man’s eyes.  A look of understanding passed between them and somehow she knew that she could trust him.  As they lay there in the dark, neither dared say a word.  Susanna could hear the others leave one by one, their voices trailing off in the distance; some mentioning the window which she had forgotten to close.  It was quite apparent now, that they knew she was here.  She wondered what would happen to her if she was caught.  She had heard awful tales of those who didn’t cooperate, being taken someplace and never seen or heard from again.  And yet here she was, with at least a small speck of hope, literally laying right on top of her.  She hoped that somehow, they both would escape.

Written by, Michelle Cook

Based on a dream…

Originally posted: May 25, 2016

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27 thoughts on “The Narrow Escape

      1. My wife is the same, her dreams are like movies and soap opera. And I was like what is wrong at my end, perhaps sins or someone has hooked a line from my end that’s why the trasmission the out.


          1. I think she is not transmitting but reading what goes the whole day at my end. Spooky wives 😀 😀 😀

            Glad I have one African woman colleague. So I guess whenever I have interaction with her. My wife wakes up in the middle of sleep. Than she goes back, realising it was all okay 😀

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    1. Thanks, I may take you up on your offer. This is written exactly how I dreamt it, except in my dream, there was one other person that stayed behind and hid with us in the attic room. Not sure if it was really a person or more of an invisible presence of somebody there.

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      1. Have you ever heard of the metaphor seeking asylum in the church or that the church is a hospital?
        This woman isn’t you, but it is a woman which seeks escape. A woman represents a person who is spiritually minded.
        The dash for the exit. The slog through the snow. Snow is metaphorically a condition of having the truth hidden from us.
        The mansion on the hill. …a city on a hill cannot be hidden…
        The secret place…
        The secret place is a place within our heart and soul where Yeshua dwells. There are not many that find us there, but those that do, cover for us.
        That’s a little bit of what I noticed.

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        1. Thank you for this. Quite interesting…. After pondering your interpretation and thinking about this further, I actually have a much different idea of the meaning behind this dream. For personal reasons I won’t elaborate, but I also realized the reason why when I wrote this, I didn’t mention the other person in the room. It’s all making sense to me now.

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  1. Great writing and creepy, Michelle. This was a dream? How scary! When I was in college I took a class on interpreting dreams. We recorded our dreams and wrote what led up to the dream and what happened after. It was fascinating! You might give it a go 🙂

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    1. Thanks D. I have very vivid dreams and most of the stories and some of the poems I’ve written, have been inspired because of them. I know why I dreamt this one. My daughter ended up in a psychiatric hospital a couple of years ago and it was a very traumatizing experience for all of us. I would love to take a course on dreams. I think with as much as I dream, it would be fascinating to try and interpret them.

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      1. It would be interesting for you, Michelle. The course didn’t interpret our dreams for us, but gave us techniques for exploring them ourselves. I’m so sorry about your daughter’s experience and how hard that was on everyone. I hope something good came out for her.

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        1. Sounds like it would be. And there are so many good things that came out of that situation. I could honestly write a book about all of the blessings that have unfolded since. We’re all excited for her as she just got engaged during our vacation.

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  2. This captured my interest right away, which is always a tough trick to master from the writer’s perspective. I’m not sure if leaving the ending vague is good or bad; on the one hand, my interest does compel me to know what happens to them, while on the other hand a vague ending allows the reader to ask questions, ponder the meaning of the story, and continue the narrative on his own. Either way, this was a good piece.


    1. Thanks Paul… Since this entire story was a very vivid dream that I had, I ended it where I obviously woke up. I was hopeful that I might eventually dream the rest. I’m still contemplating the idea of adding more to this story. For now, I’m left wondering what this dream meant and where it was headed.

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