The Torture Room

The Plan

In my next class, I recognized Chelsea there with a few of her snobby friends. They kept looking over to my seat, laughing and whispering to each other. I just rolled my eyes and kept telling myself not to murder them because there is no Netflix in prison. I just ignore them an continue to take notes.

I suddenly find myself on the floor of a broken down house. Oh no. I stand up and look around. The same room as before, the same metal table, and the same creepy feeling. I see a big metal door and I try to open it. Locked.. I then try to pry on the door. Once I realized the door wasn't going to open, I sat down and I cried. I didn't know what else to do. I then hear the door unlock and start to open slowly..

I then awake with a start to someone hitting the back of my head. It was Chelsea and my history teacher, Mr. Troy. "Look! She was sleeping!" Chelsea says, "I'd never sleep in this amazing class!"

Ugh, she's such a fake.

"Well, well. Looks like someone wants detention." Mr. Troy says.

"I uh.."

"No excuses Madison."

"No, I just.."

"I said, NO EXCUSES!"

"Fine."

"Well, I want you out of this class. If I EVER see you sleeping in this class again, it'll be a detention, you hear me?"

"Yeah, you hear him?!" Chelsea says

"Chelsea, get out of here." he responds.

"Ugh, fine." She says as she walks out of the class, flipping her long blonde hair behind her.

"You go too, Maddie, I have work to do"

"Fine." I say as I get out of my seat and walk out of the classroom.

. . .

That night, I decide to do some more research on the house and Dr. Martin. I see that people have reported he's always at the same restaurant every Saturday night, and he just sits there for hours at a time and watches people. Creepy.. I decide to call up Tyler and talk to him about this.

"Hello?"

"Hey Ty, I really need to talk to you about something"

"Okay, what is it?"

"It's about this house.."

"Oh god Maddie, it's a house, nothing more."

"No, it's more than that. I've been having a reoccurring dream that I've been trapped in that house."

"Okay, and?"

"I also learned that Dr. Creepo is always at the same restaurant every Saturday night, and just sits there and watches people."

"That's not creepy..."

"So, this might sound a bit crazy, but I want to break in there and see what that house is all about."

"You WHAT?!"

"You heard me."

"Why the hell do you want to go into a creepy house..?"

"I want to see what he's hiding."

"Well, if you're going to break in there, I don't want you to go alone."

"What about Natalie?"

"I'll tell her it's important that she doesn't go with us, or I'll just make up a lie. I don't want her getting hurt."