Collection of Stories

Jazz

"All persons currently on the premises are to be eradicated."

Sam looked up from his computer screen.

There was no one else in the room he could see.

"What the-"

"Please remain calm and enjoy the music provided."

Immediately, the sound of smooth jazz came from the computer's speakers and the hiss of gas was heard.

"SHIT."

He rushed to the door, but it was locked.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit." He muttered, rattling the door handle violently.

Sam began to feel light-headed and his panic increased.

The recorded voice returned, coming from his computer speakers as well.

"If service is deemed unsatisfactory, please call 120..."

And if Sam had heard the rest of the number, he would have certainly given a strongly worded piece of feedback.

Unfortunately, he passed out.

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Sam's eyes opened slowly, greeted by a white ceiling.

After that, he was greeted by a person.

"I'm glad to see that you arrived safely, Mr Anderson."

He turned and discovered he was in a minimalist styled room, lying on a black leather recliner.

Sitting in a black seat was a man with glasses and graying brown hair. He jotted something down into a notepad before speaking again.

"I have come to understand that you are in a confusing part of your life."

Sam pulled himself up a bit, wary.

He answered slowly,"That would be correct."

"Adolesence can be that way, where you will find yourself ch-"

"No." Sam quickly interrupted,"No, that's not what I mean at all."

"Ah,"the man adjusted his glasses, "then tell me what is bothering you."