A young man was sitting on a grey sofa in a dimly lit room, staring at the television screen blankly as the credits rolled.
He sighed as if disapointed and picked up the remote from the coffee table before pressing the eject button.
He got up and slowly walked the three meters to the television stand. Bending down, he carefully lifted the dvd out of the player and placed it back in its box.
The young man stood up and tossed the case onto the table next to his empty bowl which had contained salted popcorn.
Logan Hyde had bought a horror film he had seen in a charity shop, deciding to give it a go since it was only a couple of pounds.
Had he known it would be this shit, he wouldn't have bothered.
If he could, he would go back in time and slap the dvd away from his younger self, warning him of the trash he was about to curse his eyes with.
It had started out good, but the ending had seemed like the writers had given up and just killed off the characters to get it over with.
He loved watching horror films and with how many he had watched, he considered himself a pro.
He took his phone out of his pocket and opened a film review app, writing a post to show his discontent with the film.
He had gathered quite a few followers, all horror fans, who had liked how accurate his film reviews were. They often went to his page if they wanted to watch a film, looking at his pinned post of his all time favourites for recommendations.
He put his phone back in his pocket and walked over to the record player in the corner of the living room.
He picked up a record at random from one of the shelves under the stereo and took the vinyl out from its sleeve before placing it ever so carefully on the turntable. He lowered the needle and the music filled the room.
The record he had picked was Beeethoven's Moonlight Sonata, the beautiful piano seemed to swirl in the air, drowning everything else out.
Logan walked towards the hotel like curtains that stretched across the entire room. He pulled one aside and stared out at the skyline bathed in a warm orange glow.
He lived in a penthouse on the top floor of one of the three most expensive buildings in the city and the view was spectacular.
As the sun slowly rose above the buildings and the city started to wake, the young man walked into the kitchen, taking a cup out of a cabinet and filling it with instant coffee.
Logan brought the drink to his lips and closed his eyes as the bitter taste engulfed him. Once it was finished, he placed the cup back down and sighed.
Looking at his watch, Logan read the time: 0527. He had to leave for work in an hour, a boring desk job at a popular marketing agency.
As the minute hand on his watch hit half-past, Logan headed towards the entryway of his penthouse. He put on his black loafers and a dark grey overcoat, looking at himself in the floor to ceiling mirror as he did so.
He still wore yesterday's clothes, a white button up t-shirt and some black trousers, both a bit wrinkled now. He smoothed the creases and picked up his keys and wallet from the side table before opening the door and heading to the private lift reserved only for the top five floors.
Inside, it was silent. The lifts were the only place other than the stairwell that showed how old the place was. No music played and the mirrors were cracked. There was also an unpleasant smell, not something you would expect in a high end building.
A ding sounded as he arrived at the ground floor. The doors opened and he exited, walking into the lobby.
The room was spacious, black and white tiled floor with marble pillars filled the room. There was a large reception desk opposite the front revolving doors that led onto the street. Off to one side, a small cafe with alcove benches and plenty of arm chairs.
The smell of coffee wafted through the air.
Logan hesitated for a moment before setting off through the foyer and into the world outside.
//Author's Note//
Hi :) this is going to hopefully be a fairly long novel. As we go, chapters should get longer.
Sorry for bad spelling/grammar :(
What are your thoughts so far?