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"Samuel. My name is Samuel." While looking in the mirror, I was trying to get that through the many locked doors of my brain. Trying to push my name through the keyholes to discover how I had gotten in this awful situation. "My mind is filled with doors." I mumbled to myself. "To unlock these doors I must...Ugh!" I plopped down onto my bed, feeling hopeless and frustrated. The door opened. (No not the door in my mind, the door to my room).
"Samuel." Charles walked in. I sighed, now getting pretty sick of my name. "I just want to apologize for my behavior earlier," he said, twiddling his thumbs, looking very uncomfortable. "The...shard," he pointed to my arm, "Gets to you sometimes. Tells you to do things, things you don't want or mean to do. It kind of takes over you, but lets you watch what you're doing through your own eyes. That's when they start to bleed. So when you see red, the shard is getting to you. Just a fair warning." He walked out of the room with his hands behind his back. "Come with me, Samuel. I want to show you something." he added, popping his head back into my room.
I stood up, feeling lightheaded, then followed.
He led me down to his spiral stairwell which went to the living room, then we took a hidden ladder down to the second floor. Being on this floor made me uneasy, for this is where I ran from it. Charles must have noticed me wince.
"Lighten up Samuel, the monster gone for now." He smiled encouragingly. I nodded, needing to give some sort of response. "Besides, what I'm going to show you isn't all that bad." With saying that he turned from me, leading me farther and farther into the stone tunnels.
"What do you do on this floor?" I asked.
"What I'm going to show you isn't on this floor." He stated.
"But what is this one for?" I pushed.
"You've been in the rooms, correct?" He turned to me.
"Yes I-" My breath caught in my throat when I saw a door to my left caved and torn down. Black, wispy footprints littered the floor all the way to the destroyed closet. "That's where..." I pointed into the room.
"Hmm, the monster?" Charles asked.
"I don't know, I jumped over it." trying to explain the nightmare that had happened. Charles shook his head.
"It's gone now," he said, putting a hand on my shoulder, "I promise."
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Amnesia
Mystery / Thriller"Samuel. My name is Samuel." After waking up in a cold stone castle, Samuel cannot remember anything. He is forced to trust the only man in his sights who says is his friend. Samuel must learn who this man is, what his past was, and what his future...
