Today, I received my book, with a "5" on it. I started reading it, when the Man burst in through my door and bustled to the hallway door.
"No rocks today?", I thought.
The Man opened the door, and I froze. I could make out the outline of a human figure, crouched beside a skeleton hanging from the wall. On the right side of the skeleton, there was a board.
"Last Meal
May Larson, Age 16"
I couldn't have read that right. Last meal? What did they mean by that? And who was the person sitting next to the skeleton?
10 years had passed, and I thought I was the only person living in this misery. I couldn't believe it. There are others, just like me. Alone.
I needed to talk to that person, some way or another. He might have a clue about this place. When I snapped out of my thoughts, I realized something. The Man had left the door open.
YOU ARE READING
Green Eyes
HorrorI stood in my dim room. Rock. Ouch. Another Rock. Ouch again. My arms dangling lifelessly off my sides, my legs stuck to the floor, my head pounding as the green-eyed man spoke to me in his torturing voice. "Won't you play with me today?"
