Room 33 at 3am

At first, the room seemed normal.  I’ve stayed in many hotels over the years, this was just like any other business trip.  Nothing out of the ordinary. This room seemed just like the rest. That was until nightfall came, 3am to be exact.  I started to hear piano keys being pressed, not a song or tune, just random keys like a child trying to play and just hitting all the keys. for some reason at 3am, this sound is unsettling.

As far as I can remember there is no piano room in this hotel,  I didn’t see one anyway. The noise is so loud, I get out of bed, put my coat on and go looking for the piano, the further away I move from my room the fainter the sound gets.

I find myself at the reception desk. I ask the night clerk:  “Hey, Do you have a piano in the hotel?”
She has this knowing look on her face, as she curiously says: “No, why do you ask?”
I shake my head: “I must be hearing things, Lack of sleep can mess with your mind.”
She looks at the clock on the far wall behind her, I follow her gaze. The clock reads 3:15am.  She looks back to me: “what room are you staying in?”
I wonder why that matters as I answer her: “Room 33”
Her eyes widen: “Oh” she types on the keyboard in front of her: “We must be fully booked up.”

I frown: “Why?”
She glances up at me: “We don’t normally book out that room.”
My frown deepens: “Why?”
At this point I am wide awake, I look to her name badge, it reads Niamh, assistant manager. She looks to her hands and back to me: “30 years ago, there was a member of staff that used to book out that room when she had her sons over. She only got to see them twice a month.” She fidgets with her hands: “She wanted to make them feel spoiled when she had them.”
Intrigued I ask: “Why could she only see them twice a month.”
She looks to me with a steel cold look in her eyes: “Her mother in law took them from her, said that she was sick and could not be around them on her own.”

I nod almost afraid to ask why, she continues: “One day her mother in law told her that this would be her last visit with them, that she was moving away and taking them with her.”
She looks around the front desk as she says: “The older son took his piano, the younger one liked to think he could play, but instead he just hit the keys and was happy that noise was coming out.”
She smiles sweetly, almost as if remembering it. She wipes a tear from the corner of her eye: “She came up with a plan that would keep them together forever.”

She looks me in the eyes: “When it was bedtime she put the boys in separate beds. She made sure that they were both sound asleep before she smothered them to death. Then she took her own life.”
“How?” I have so many questions, yet I am compelled to ask this one.
“She hung herself in the bathroom, of room 33.” She smiles: “They have been together ever since.”
Not knowing what to say I am left speechless. I was going to ask to be moved out of that room when I remembered that she said they were fully booked up.

She looks at the clock on the wall, again I follow her gaze it reads 3.55am.  “Enjoy your time here, I really must be going.”
“Oh, ok then.”
I make my way back to room 33, It takes me longer than it should. It is well past 4am by now. I enter room 33 trying not to think about what Niamh just told me about this room.
When I enter the room I hear nothing, there is total silence. I leave the light on and try to sleep, the bathroom door is slightly open, I try to ignore it and close my eyes.

I wake up around 9am, I make my way to the reception desk. “Excuse me?”  I ask the lady.  “Yes, How may I help?” she says with a smile. Her name badge reads Jenny.
“Is Niamh still working?  I want to talk to her again, about my room and what she told me.”
She looks to her co-work and back to me: “When did you speak with Niamh?”
“Last night, or rather this morning, between 3.15 and 4am.”
She frowns: “No one covers the front desk between 3 and 5am.”
I frown in return: “But, I spoke to her for nearly an hour about what happened in my room.”

Jenny makes her way over to the bookshelf behind her and pulls a book out,  she brings it over to me and starts to flick through it.  It’s a picture book.  She stops flicking and points to a picture, “Is that Niamh?” I look at the picture of the lady with two young boys, both under the age of ten. “Yes, that’s her. Is she still here?”
Jenny shakes her head: “No, no she died over 30 years ago.”

I blink at her: “Did she hang herself in the bathroom of room 33 after she killed her two sons?”
She stares at me wide-eyed: “Yes, how did you know.”
“She told me the story last night.” I shake my head: “I would like a room transfer please?”
She nods: “Yes, of course, we are quiet this week. What room are you currently in?”
I grimace: “Room 33.”

She looks to me with a surprised expression: “I am sorry, there must have been a mix up with the booking.  I will arrange the transfer and move everything for you.” She touches my hand which is leaning on the countertop: “You will never have to go back into that room. “Thank you, Jenny.”

-Room 33 at 3am, a short story by Emma M. Carolan – 30/07/2018

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The True Believers

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Why is my world different from yours? You believe everything here to be true. Therefore it is. This is your reality.  I believe this world and everything in it to false. A lie if you will.  Therefo…

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The True Believers

Trying something new. Let me know what you think!

Emma M. Carolan

Why is my world different from yours? You believe everything here to be true. Therefore it is. This is your reality.  I believe this world and everything in it to false. A lie if you will.  Therefore it is.  I can bend the rules of your reality. Do things that no one here believes that they can do.  I have been awoken.  To me everyone in this world is asleep.  Following their own mundane lives.  Not seeing that t hey are in a continues loop.  To you it may seem that I can time travel. To me, I wave my hand and bend the realms of time. As time does not exist.  Therefore the rules of time travel not do apply to me or others like me.

I can rewind back to when Shakespeare was but a boy. Talk to Oscar Wilde and William Yeats.  See Picasso create a master…

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The True Believers

Why is my world different from yours? You believe everything here to be true. Therefore it is. This is your reality.  I believe this world and everything in it to be false. A lie if you will.  Therefore it is.  I can bend the rules of your reality. Do things that no one here believes that they can do.  I have been awoken.  To me everyone in this world is asleep.  Following their own mundane lives.  Not seeing that they are in a continuous loop.  To you it may seem that I can time travel. To me, I wave my hand and bend the realms of time. As time does not exist.  Therefore the rules of time travel not do apply to me or others like me.

I can rewind back to when Shakespeare was but a boy. Talk to Oscar Wilde and William Yeats.  See Picasso create a master piece. I can move forward through time and see what the world becomes.  The future that people, you include, believe will come to be.  Even though you created this reality you may destroy it. Or you can change what you believe and change your world.

Ever wonder why some people seem to get things without really trying?  That’s because they don’t.  They just believe that they can do anything.  Therefore they can.  Michelle looks to me with disbelief in her eyes, she almost laughs at me as she says: “You’re a nut-job.”
I smile as I have been called worse: “You can change anything that you want about your life if you truly believe that you can.”
She picks up a plant as she says: “So you’re saying that I can change this plant into a puppy?”
I smile: “If you truly believe it.  Yes you can.”
She closes her eyes with doubt in her mind. Then something inside her changes. She trusts what I have told her, she believes it. When she opens her eyes she is holding a golden lab pup; she nearly drops it then she places it on the floor: “How did you do that?”
I simply shake my head: “I didn’t. You did. You believed it was a puppy, so it became a puppy.”

She stands, paces the floor.  “You’re telling me that everything in my life isn’t real. Everything and everyone in it is a lie.”
I sit back in my chair as she allows this to sink in: “Yes. I am.”
She almost shouts at me: “That’s a big deal!”
“Yes it is, I’ve been where you are you.”
“Why me?  Why are you telling me about all of this?”
I smile: “Not everyone is a believer. I had a feeling that you would be.”
“What’s next?” she asks in a mixture of doubt and excitement.
“Whatever you want… There is one thing though…” I pause long enough to know that I have her full attention. When I know that I have it I continue. “There are some believers that don’t want us to be awoken. They chase us and try to put us through a process that would put us back to sleep so to speak.. That’s why they are called sleepers.”

“The key is to remember that you control your reality.”
She retakes her seat: “What does that mean?”
“If you see them coming for you just believe that you are somewhere else.”
She sighs with a deep frown: “What happens if they catch us.”
I frown deeply: “That is the tricky thing.  They are also true believers, so it comes down to who has the most self belief.  If you believe that you can be freed more than they believe that you can’t. Then you will be freed.”
She thinks about it for a moment: “But if I doubt myself, they win?”
“Yes, without a doubt they will win if you don’t believe.”
“How will I know them?”
“They are always in pairs.  Two believers are stronger than one.”  I regard her with great intensity: “They wear black suits with the sleepers symbol on it.”
I shake my head: “They will appear to move at super sonic speed. Really they are just moving through time.”

“I’m dreaming right?” She questions.
I smile: “The total opposite, you’re more awake than you have ever been.”
She frowns: “But this makes no sense. At all.”
“Ok. I want you to do something for me.” she stares at me blankly, yet she does not object, so I continue: “Close your eyes.  Think of a moment in time that you want to revisit. Have it clear in your minds eye and picture both of us there.” I let her find this moment in time: “Now really focus. Concentrate.  We are both there.”  She nods
“Now swipe your hand in the air until you feel that you are where you want to be.”
As she takes this motion I can see her time line passing by. She has her eyes closed so she has missed it.  She holds her hand in a halted motion. Then she opens her eyes. she surveys the room. “It worked.”
“It worked because you believed it would.” She looks around at everything and everyone: “Where am I?” she asks almost disappointed.
“You are still you. Anyone from this so called time line, will see you as you were to them.  You will see your true self.”

She looks down to her clothes: “I’m in a dress?”
I laugh slightly: “Is that not what you wore to your debs?”
“Alex this is insane, this can’t be really happening.” she shakes her head and in flash we are back in her sitting room again. “what happened?”
“You didn’t believe it was real. So it wasn’t.” I lean forward.
She laughs, closes her eyes really tight. Giggles to herself. Her phone rings in that moment.  “Hello?” She answers the phone: “Yes this is Michelle Mitby.” She giggles again: “What competition have I won?”  She frowns: “Whats the cash prize?” she laughs again: “It’s already been transferred into my bank?…. Thanks!”  She hangs up the phone.

Slightly amused I ask: “What did you think about?”
“I believed that I had 10 million in my bank.”
I smile: “And do you?”
“It would seem so.”
I clear my throat: “The only thing is, you’ll no longer need money. As once you believe that you have something, you have it.”
She sits to attention: “Right so these sleeper guys. Why are they after you?”
“The monitor the zoners-”
She cuts me off:”Zoners?”
“AH.. Yeah. People that are zoned out, or in a trance as I like to say.”  She nods for me to continue: “So they monitor the zoners and they pick and chose who gets to be awoken.  When someone is awoken without them, they have no control over them. They lose a part of their powers.”
She shakes her head: “What does that mean?”
“Did you ever feel like no matter what you done, that life was just against you? Or everything was just plain wrong?”
She laughs: “Yeah. Who wasn’t?”
“That’s because they’ve been controlling your life. Every movement, every joy, every pain has been in their hands.  Some zoners believe that it is the will of their God, other zoners believe it is the universe that controls everything, when in reality it is the sleepers that control all of the zoners.”

She ponders for a moment: “What happens if everyone is awoken?”
I frown deeply: “I don’t know, but at least everyone would have control of their own lives.”
“How many people have you awoken?”
I nod towards her: “Including you. 29.”
She shakes her head: “Where are they?”
I smile: “Living their true dreams. Living their lives the way they want it.”
She frowns at me: “Why are you not living your dreams?”
I sigh: “My dream is for the whole world to be awoken.”
“So why can’t you just believe that everyone has been awoken? I mean is that not how it works? You believe it so it becomes true?”
“Trust me I have tried.” I lean forward, clasp my hands: “As much as I believe in others, there is nothing stronger than self-belief, and if the zoners don’t want to believe that they can be awoken, then they won’t be.”
She laughs: “So, I don’t like the life I have? Is that what you’re telling me?”
I smile: “No. That’s what you’re saying. If you didn’t want to be awoken, you wouldn’t have been.”

 

To be continued….. Possibly……

By Emma M. Carolan

11.04.16

 

 

Faithless teaser. Subject to change

Faithless teaser: (Subject to change)

Jacob smiles, then says something totally unexpected: “Congratulations.” he nods in the direction of my ring.  I look down, smile: “Thank you.  But how…?”
He answers before I finish: “Jason told me.”
Of course he did.  He would want to rub it in Jacob’s face: “Right, of course.”  I smile, getting ready for the conversation to move on to work.  I take a long sip of my tea.
“He asked me to be his best man.”
I nearly choke on my tea: “What?” I blink as he continues.
“Yeah, did he not talk to you about it?” he feigns innocence.
“Ah, no, but we have not finalised anything yet.” We haven’t talked about anything yet.  This all only happened last night. I know Jason asked him, but he had to have refused. Right?
“Of course I said yes.  In a heart beat.” he reads my thoughts.
I frown: “Why would you agree to be the best man at my wedding?”
He simply smiles: “Because I was asked.”
“If you were asked to jump of a bridge, would you?” This is not happening, did he really agree to this? Did Jason really ask him to do this?
“If you were on the other side. Then yes.”
I lean forward,  clasp my hands, making sure that I have his full attention: “And what makes you think that I would be on the other side of the bridge waiting for you?”
His eyes glint as his smile fades: “One can hope.”
“There is no hope for you and me.  I love Jason. I always will.  You being apart of my wedding party is not going to change that.  You have no control over my heart.” it’s harsh yes, but it needs to be said.
“You have all of my heart.  You always have and always will. You have all of my love.”
I roll my eyes.  This is not the first time that he has declared his love to me: “It’s never been wanted and will never be returned.  Now, lets get back to work.”

The muse whispered in my ear

The muse whispered in my ear, she sways my thoughts, persuades my dreams
The muse whispered in my ear, she showed me what I could be
She showed me that I could float above the sky and shine like a star
She whispers in my ear to tell me how great I can be.

If only I could believe in me as much as she believes in me
If only my fear was not greater than by belief
The muse whispers in my ear, she sways my thoughts, persuades my dream
She can see beyond my time, she can see how great I could be

She sings like an angel in my ear, she sings like an angel in the night
If only I could show her to the world, she could show them what I could be
If only I could show her to the world she could sway their thoughts of me

The muse whispers in my ear, she sways my thoughts, persuades my dreams
She is part of me, if only I did not hide her from the world, then they could see how great I could be
If only I did not lock her in a cage as soon as people saw she was me
If only I could set her free, she could show the world what is inside of me
She stays by my side, day and night, never leaving my sight

The muse she whispers in my ear, she sways my thoughts, persuades my dreams
She show me what I could be, if only I could believe in me as much as she believes in me
She sings like an angel in the night, she soars high above the sky, she shines bright in the dark of night.
If only my fear was not stronger than my belief, I could be what I am meant to be

She is part of me, if only I could free her from the cage that she sits patiently
If only I could show her to the world, she could show them what I could be
She could sway their hearts, persuade their minds

The muse she whispers in my ear, sways my thoughts persuades my dreams.
The muse she is part of me. She is me.

by Emma Carolan

Copyright Ireland Emma Carolan 2014

When the River flows

When there is a river in your heart that cannot be stopped
Let the river flow to a natural end let it flow through your soul
Let the river show you the path to follow

When there is a river in your heart that cannot be stopped
Follow the flow, let it guide your soul
Let the river be your guide

When there is a river in your heart that cannot be stopped
Let the river flow through your soul
Let it show you what you can be
Let it show you what you can do

When there is a river that flows in your heart don’t let it stop
Let the river flow never stop what the heart needs
Never stop what the heart needs
Never let go of your soul, keep it safe

When there is a river in your heart, let the flow be your guiding light
Let the river be who you are. Follow the flow, follow the flow
What would you do if the river never flowed through your heart
What would you do if you never had a guide for your soul

When there is a river that flows through your heart
Never create a damn to stop the river from flowing
Where it needs to go, keep the flow natural
Let it go where it needs to flow

The river will flow the way it needs to go, don’t stop the flow
When there is a river in your heart that cannot be stopped
Don’t even try to stop it.

 

By Emma Carolan

 

Copyrighted Ireland Emma Carolan 2014

I’m not coming home.

I’m on the road again
Walking down the streets, that I have done so many times before
Driving down the roads, like any other day
Only today I notice the things that I’ve never seen before
This time I want to remember every branch on every tree
Every crack in every footpath
Every shop and every detail in the windows
I want to remember my home as it is today

For today is the day that I leave my home behind
The day that I break my family apart
In hopes to find a better life across the big big blue sea

I’m on the road again, only this time I’m not coming back
As I fly across the big blue sea my family are at the airport
Holding each other for support, hoping and longing that one day
I can return to the land that was once my home

Until things change I shall be gone forever more
My family shall be apart unless there change
I will always have them in my heart
The pain of being apart will only grow stronger the longer I’m away

I’m on the road again only this time I’m not coming home
My future is brighter across the big blue sea
I wish it was different, but this is the way it must be.
I’m not coming home unless there is change for me.

By Emma M. Carolan

 

Copyright Ireland Emma Carolan 2014

The way you are is the way you are

The way you are is the way you are
Don’t let the views of a few change who you are
Don’t let the mean world change who you are
stay, stay true to you,  stay who you are

Keep it true keep it you
deep deep down you know what to do
keep your mind safe, keep your mind you

The way you are is the way you are
Don’t change, don’t change the way you are
As you are wonderful the way you are
Don’t let the views of a few change your view on the world
Let your outcome be bright and true to you
Don’t let the mean world change who you are

The world is vast and wide
The world can be dark and blind
The world can show you the pain
But the world can be a wonderful joyous place
All you have to do is look around
You shall see love and joy, people caring for each other

So don’t let the mean world change who you are
don’t let the views of a few change who you are
Keep it true keep it you
deep deep down you know what to do
keep your mind safe, keep your mind you

The way you are is the way you are
Don’t let the views of a few change who you are
Don’t let the mean world change who you are
stay, stay true to you,  stay who you are

By Emma Carolan

 

Copyright © Ireland Emma Carolan 2014