Glimpse

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#26 of Hypnosis stories

A short hypno story I wrote some time ago! It was a bit of a experimental thing I improvised back in the day. Hope you guys like it!


You... you have been staring for quite some time now, haven't you?

Perhaps you should look away. Perhaps you should try to leave the room before anyone notices you. This thought has been in the back of your head for what seems an eternity now, but it hasn't gained any traction. Instead, it remains as still as when it first appeared. You had already glanced into the screens by then, of course.

You shouldn't be here. This is also something you've known from the very moment you entered the room.

That door... it had never been open before. You've walked down this hallway so many times. Every morning. Every afternoon. From 9AM to 5PM, every single day for the past few months. And the door has always been closed shut. And your coworkers have never mentioned it. And your boss... he hasn't mentioned it either. But someone must know what's behind the closed door.

And now you do.

As you slipped through the thin space offered by the barely-open door, you knew you were doing something that you shouldn't do, but temptation was too strong. Curiosity killed the cat and all that. You had been smiling nervously, but eager to see what was on the other side. Even if you knew you'd get in trouble when they found you, you simply wanted to know.

And now. You. Do.

So why aren't you moving? Why do you keep staring? Why haven't you left the room now that you still haven't been noticed? It's like the part of your brain that's in charge of making decisions, the boss in your neurological system, simply decided to take a day off. You're phoning him desperately asking for confirmation, but he isn't answering. Please, call tomorrow, is the message you're receiving now.

But tomorrow is surprisingly far away. It looks impossible right now.

And so you keep staring.

Somehow, you've forgotten the first glimpse. You've forgotten how it felt when your eyes came across the pulsing screens placed on the wall in front of you. You've forgotten the disarming blow that hit your brain once your pupils mirrored the black and white spirals. It felt like a shiver, like liberation and incarceration - you were frightened, but you were also pacified. But as your brain keeps telling you, you've completely forgotten about that.

That first glimpse is lost in your foggy memories. The only thing that remains is the constant, diligent staring. Your knees should have started to give in by now. You've been standing and staring for... how long now? Ten minutes? Ten hours? It's impossible to tell. Time has begun to mingle as the spirals in the screens keep pulsing and pushing deep into your brain. How are you supposed to get rid of them? How are you supposed to escape now?

It's completely impossible.

...

You have been staring quite some time now, haven't you?

Perhaps you should look away. Perhaps you should try to leave the room before...

"Hey!" you hear someone shout.

If you'd been able to turn in the direction of their voice, you could have seen their eyes were covered by odd-looking shades. But as things are, you can't look to see who produced the sound so you remained oblivious to that fact.

"Guys, come here! We have another one!" calls the same person. Or a different person. Impossible to know.

Another one? is a thought your mind produces that is incredibly hard to keep track of. How many people have already walked into this room? Aren't you the first? Aren't you...

"Put him with the others," someone says. "Don't worry, I'll fill the report."

Report. That word echoes in your head, waking up some memories. Report, office, company.

Wait, who have you been working for again?

You barely feel strong hands picking you up and taking you outside the room. Even as you leave them behind, you can still see the spirals in your eyes. You can still see those screens pulsing. You don't think you can escape them now, no matter where you go. Your eyes are open, but the screens will be there when they close. You are awake, but the screens will be there when you go to sleep.

Don't worry, though. Wherever you go, someone will likely take good care of you.

The only important thing is you have been staring for quite some time, it seems.

And you'll continue staring for even longer.