Nightmares Alive

B-2

Í wïśh thêÿ kñėw høw åńñòÿįńg thêÿ wērę bêīñg tø mè.

Slowly, but surely, the elevator was moving. Down, down, down.

*pling* my watch vibrated for the 2nd time, making noise this time like it does at 9, 12, and 3 PM every day.

"What was that Bernie?!" Chuck have shouted.

"I don't know! Do you think it was the girl?" Bernie asked.

They both glanced at me and saw the watch on my arm.

I almost yelled in pain as Bernie grabbed at my wrist and ripped the watch off, breaking the silver latch that is used to adjust the watch's size. "Sorry kid," using now my least favorite word again. "I have heard of so many things, whether it be Apple Watches or whatever's out these days. Point is, you don't need this," he said, tossing it to the side of the elevator.

We finally made it to the bottom of the parking garage with a loud *clang* as metal hit metal. The rusty elevator doors opened, revealing what was on the final floor, B-2.

I saw a short staircase leading up to what looked like a stage for a concert. In the middle of it was a large man sitting in an overstuffed, red love seat. But he was not overweight like the two men who brought me to this wretched place. He looked very... ripped by the looks on his tight shirt. (Ok, but he looked like he was 30 and I am only 14, so that's not the main point.) He looked like he could easily lift Bernie into the air. If his life depended on it, he could probably lift Chuck instead.

Also, I think he was... alone? It was completely dark when we walked it except for a spotlight that shine directly at him. It was also completely silent except for our footsteps walking up towards the large man.

Noticing our presence, he stood up and smiled. He was the first to break the silence, saying, "Why, your here! Finally, ah... I have been waiting to meet you for a long time... Sarah.