I come to my sense a few hours later. A bright gaslight flares overhead. My body is numb with pain. I can't move. I can move only my eyes, and so I attempt to examine my surroundings. I'm still in the small room. But I'm strapped to the operating table!
I hear shuffling footsteps beside me. A pair of glowing pale green eyes meets mine.
It's the girl! Eleanor, the ghost-girl!
"Hello," she chirps cheerily.
I take a breath to form it into a gasp, but I begin to cough and shudder violently. My heartbeat speeds up.
"Mummy?"
I stop abruptly, so quickly that I almost choke. A shiver runs down my spine.
Did she just say... mummy?
"What... did you... say?"
I look at Eleanor. Her small mouth is twisted into an innocent, yet malevolent smile.
"Yes, you're my mummy now!"
A final blood-curdling scream shatters the air into millions of minuscule piercing shards. It's me. My final wail of horror as I catch sight of my horrible scarred face, the shimmering green eyes - the brand on my arm... #200...
I have become one of them. I am Experiment #200.
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Experiment #200
Ужасы'Experiment #200' is short horror story I wrote for an English assessment in 2011. --- 'It's black, Blacker than a foggy winter night in late December. Blacker than the world outside, devoid of light. I can't even see my hand in front of my face.' W...
