The Big Book of Little Horrors

Counting

62,423. 62,424. 62,425... wait... is that right? Or was it... where was I, again? I'll just start over. How many times had I started over now? Twice? 10 times? 100? Oh well. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5... why am I counting again? Oh, right. I'm waiting for someone. But, who am I waiting for? Did I forget? Or did I ever even know? I'm getting lonely. I hope whoever I'm waiting for comes for me soon.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...

81,261. 81,262. 81,263... what's that noise? It sounds like animals are moving around, but they're really loud. Maybe they're big animals? Are those voices? Yes, I remember the language. It's the one I talk and think in. Oh, they're right outside my room. Are they the ones I've been waiting for?  They walk into my room with flashlights and cameras. It's two men and a woman. They look shocked to see me. They ask what I'm doing here, and ask them to take me out of this place. They agree, but as the woman moves to take my hand, I pull away and shake my head. Then I point to the corner. They all look to where I'm pointing and scream when they see my bones.