They say there lies an evil presence among the shadows. You have never seen it before. Rumours of the valiant men it whisped away filled the hallways of your school. It is said to follow the sound of lose chains in the dark. You have forgotten how you got here. Somewhere in the stress of life you've found yourself here; in the dark, at the bottom, with nothing but a sliver of moonlight peeking through at the top to remind you where you came from. You look up, but you don't find away out. Shadows now surround you, much like they did before. Only these shadows are real, not figurative. It's cold down here and you fight to stay warm. How did you get here? You fought so hard and fell so far. Did you give up? Are you dead? Is this death? Scholars have been arguing over what happens when you pass for years. Could this be it? You must remember, where were you this morning? What did you eat? Did you talk to anyone? No, stop, don't panic. You crawl around looking for answers, but you won't get any. Deep inside yourself you feel the fear, you know it's not safe here. It's too quiet. Shh, breathe. I promise it will all be over soon. I have seen many just like you. Only the best gets brought to me, you should consider this an honour. I lie among the shadows; I was once chained down here too. Here, let me show you. I raise my hand, with hunger in my eyes. My chain still hooked on my wrist. You can't see me. I'm just hidden in the dark. I am invisible. I have been for centuries. Do you know what that feels like? Invisible feels as empty as this pit. You hear my chains and it makes you jump. I didn't mean to scare you. I try to take a step forward, "Maybe," I think, "Maybe, this time You will stay, be my friend." The moonlight bounces off my face as I take a step forward. You are screaming for help now. You want out. You want someone to let you out. No, stay, stay here with me. You are making a lot of noise. I get in trouble when you make noise. You are standing now. I watch you back your way up to a wall while you scream. Shh. I just need you to be quiet. I put my large hand on your mouth. "Shh," I say. You continue to try to scream. It's okay. You finally stop screaming so I remove my hand, but you just fall to the ground. You're not moving. I did it again, oh no, I did it again. Well, I can't let perfectly good food just sit here.
