The door swept open with rusty, unused hinges as she stepped through it for the first time. Her breath billowed in front of her face, wispy and white against the darkness. She set her sleeping bag on the bed and looked around the stony cabin. It was a single unit, consisting of a bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom. Dr. King, the biologist assigned to her for this expedition had come with set his bag down on the counter and then walked over to the bathroom. This place; the cabin they were inside, the island that they were on had suddenly appeared with no solid explanation of how to got there. She was eager to come and enthusiastic to study the island, but now that she was here, all she felt was
fear. In the center of the room, there was one single window, large black blinds were pulled down over it and were secured tightly with a padlock. She felt an unexpected compulsion to walk over to it, and fling the blinds open. She took a step forward.

"Stop." The doctor said.

"What?" she asked.

"The window must always remain closed." He said

She was in the small kitchen when it happened, she was unpacking her lunch items into the fridge when heard a BANG! She whipped around and saw the old fashioned in wall ironing board had somehow unlatched itself and fallen over.

"What was that? What happened?" The doctor said, running inside the kitchen

"The ironing board just fell." She told him, pointing

"The ironing board in the wall?"

"Yes. The door swung and it fell open all on its own."

He looked it over, "This place is very old. It has creaks and cracks, or maybe the latch was loose? Or there was a draft? Or an earthquake?"

She shook her head

"No. I didn't feel a draft or an earthquake. It something made it fall on purpose."

"Like a ghost?" "Yeah, kind of."

"Ha. There are no such things as ghosts." He said, and then he turned and left, going back to unpacking his bags.

The echoes began twenty minutes after 8:00 the first night. She thought it was animals, but as she listened she recognized it as voices. They were singing, no...screaming. A single elongated wail that made her blood run cold with terror. She could hear something thrashing through the jungle, breaking trees and crying with misery. She sat there on the edge of her bed listening to the shrieks motionless with fear. She was half tempted to open up those blinds and see it, but she remembered the doctor's warning and forced herself to stay in my bed.

On the second day, they found footprints walking around the cabin. "Who else is on this island?" she asked

"What do you mean?" he said

"I heard voices last night,"

"We are the only two people on this island." He answered.

"Besides," he said, "Those footprints aren't human."

"Then what are they?" she asked

The doctor shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know."

She watched him as he walked back into the cabin, and wondered if he knew something about this island that she didn't. Curiously, she followed the footprints around the cabin; they had stopped in front of the window with the black blinds over it.
It was only when she had gotten back inside that she realized that the footprints only walked up to the window. They never walked away.

The days muddled together, and she could not shake the feeling that something was watching them. She could feel its eyes on her, even in daylight. They never left her. The impulse to open the window grew stronger and stronger, as the screams grew shriller every night. The stronger this entity grew, the clearer it became to her; it wanted her to open the window.

It came to her that night, its ambivalent vivid eyes never leaving her. It told her it was entombed there, that the only way it could be free was if she opened the window. In her dream, the window rattled and she saw a dark figure rise up and dash out of the room.

Open the window

She jumped out of bed and followed it into the kitchen where it loomed above her. It was a dark mass of particles curling and whipping through the cold stale air.

Open the window.

It rose higher and higher and she felt it growing stronger as it closed in on her and she felt like the very air in her lungs was being sucked up into it.

Open the window.

She tried to scream but her voice was frozen with horror. She couldn't take it any longer. Her eyes sprung open. She jumped out of bed and turned the lights on.
"What are you doing?" the doctor asked, sitting blurry-eyed upon his bed.

"I'm letting it in."

He was still half asleep, and he reached for his glasses. "We cannot open the window after the sun sets."

"We have to!"

The scream persisted, loud, cutting to her head like daggers.

"What are you talking about?" he asked. Now he was awake. He stood up from his bed, looking at her warily.

"The thing...the girl outside-." she started

"There is no girl outside." He interrupted her.

" There is nothing good outside. If you open that window, both of us will die."

The screams became louder, almost unbearable. She stood up and walked across the room. The doctor jumped up, cutting her off before her hand touched the latch.

"I'm not going to let you."

"Get out of my way!"

The knife was in her hand before she knew it. She stared at him, and he stared at her. Their eyes met.

"Stay back. Don't move." She said, her hands shaking.


Their eyes never left each other as she walked over to the window and slowly opened the black shade.

Its eyes were red, its face mutilated into a smile, its hair the color of rust. The beast smiled a red smile, it's hand reached up to her.

And she opened the window.