Darkness, it was the only thing I could see. A black room, with nothing other then a single human inside, me. No windows, no tables, no bed, no nothing. I could not even see the color of the wallpaper. A black room where my body would be found. Sitting in the same cold position as I would be sitting now. Not moving. Just a small thin person sitting against a wall. If that person would not be dead, you would not even know. Thats how afraid I was to move. You could not hear anything. You could not know if there was someone outside the room, waiting to attack.
Or inside.
If you would listen closely, ignore the questions in your head for a second, you could hear a ticking noise. A clock perhaps. A clock, to make you mad. To show you how long you had been in this hell. To make sure you will be afraid of every single sound other then the clock itself, just ticking, and ticking, and ticking. Until the time stops, and you dont know what time is anymore. Becouse there is none.
YOU ARE READING
The door at the end of the hall.
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