It was hard.
Pressed against my face.
I can’t say how long.
Cold. It was cold.
Erm, how long I had been there.
I can’t say how long I had been there.
I woke up on the bathroom floor. I don’t know if it was the hardness or the coldness that woke me, but I’m glad it did. For then, that was when I heard it.
I don’t know why I decided to go to sleep on the bathroom floor in the first place, but I’ll leave that for another day. For now, I’ll go on about the beeping.
It wasn’t constant, but regularly random. One beep. A gap. Two beeps. Another gap. Another two beeps. A longer gap. Three beeps. A gap. One beep. Two beeps. And so on. Irregular.
It wasn’t my alarm clock, although that does make some strange sounds as it tries to wake me very early in the morning.
It wasn’t outside the building either. It was inside. Down below.
And that’s the odd bit.
I always thought there was nothing down below.
Down the staircase is the front door, with various other doors going off in various places around the foyer. But under the bathroom, there’s nothing. Just a wall. To the outside. Or so I thought.
You know this Mansion of mine is an odd shape. You must know that, with different rooms popping up every now and again. Well, it’s just got odder.
I approached the wall, and the strange beeping was still coming from the other side.
I tapped the wall.
I was actually tapping a door that had been wallpapered over, very cleverly, to make it look like an alcove in the wall. Another nook.
I peeled back the wallpaper, and revealed the door, thinking it would open out towards me. It opened inwards. No hassle.
The room beyond is like something from a science fiction movie.
Computers, gizmos, monitors all around the walls of the room. An old 1970s computer unit in the far corner, with two tape discs that appeared to have seized working long ago had a sticker on the murky glass.
UKSA – the United Kingdom Space Agency. No, I’ve never heard of them either.
One of their computers has somehow activated itself, which was the reason for the beeping.
A warning? A message?
And for who?