The man was tall and buff with gray eyes that look straight through my soul and knew my deepest secrets. Damn. Then suddenly he came closer to the bed that the man's body lay. Then he started asking questions. "I know what you are tell me now!" and continued saying it over then finally the man gave up. His face grow of anger and he gave off a very frustrated energy. Then the man left the room without hesitation about 10 minutes that seemed like days later the man came back but with something in his left hand and a little fold up table in his right. Then he sat the table out and this kind of fold up thing on top. It had needles with green, blue, purple, and red liquids inside them. Knifes of all sizes, and scissors of all sizes too. Then he picked up the needle and stuck it inside my wrist, well the man's wrist. Then I couldn't feel my body. Then suddenly he picked up another needle and I was a goner. Then I woke up in the same spot in the hall way. But the man was gone because I couldn't feel his dead energy anymore. Thank god I went down to me room to tell someone but no one would ever believe me so I keep to my self.
