There was never enough books to read to pass your time in solitary confinement. I had devoured fiction books written about cannibals, making the Frankenstein monster, meeting the first Vampire, and reading about a girl named Anne Frank. All types of books that were given by the prison were read by me – almost devoured in totality.
Tonight, I was reading a book by Shakespeare. It was boring and difficult to understand due to the archaic English but I got nothing else to do.
Concentrating on the words, I saw a little boy in dungarees at the corner of my eye. Whipping my head around to look – I sucked in a breath when I saw the little boy by the edge of my bed with a vacant look in his eyes.
"Who are you?" I asked. "How did you get in here?"
"I am looking for my mummy," he spoke.
"How did you get in here?"
"You're going to die."
I was taken aback at his statement. He was looking at me – through his vacant eyes – and I wondered what was going on through his young mind, to even utter such a thing to a stranger.
"Who are you?" I attempted again.
"I am you," he said. He mimed a motion – dragging his thumb across the throat and then black blood started bursting out like a punctured tap. I jumped up – dropping the book and scurried away as far as I could from the bed as I watched in horror as the blood stained my bed and the floor.
"What are you doing?" I yelled. "Stop it!"
The blood flowed on ruthlessly.
"Stop it!!"
The boy continued laughing mechanically.
The guards found me cowering by the corner and despite my insistence, they did not see any interference or anyone entering my cell and there was no black blood on the floor.
I had been hallucinating.
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ÜbernatürlichesThe one with the power to vanquish the Dark Demon arises. The two that are one, the one that is all. Born as the sun and moon combines. Born as one is now two, the strong finds greater strength in numbers. One must die at the hand of the other, none...
