Snatched (On Going) I'm Sorry---have Been Extremely Ill---will Update Soon

TEN.

   I swallowed hard. “o..ok..okay?” my words stumbled out of my mouth. Terror seemed to bubble up inside me, coldness was radiating all through my chest. I was having an anxiety attack.

“Where is the money?” said the robotic voice. “What money?” “You know what money, girl!” I shook my head and fresh tears spilled over the brim of my eyes. “I don-don-don't know what you're talking about!” I shook my head as I spoke. “Very well. Let's see if this jogs your memory.”

An electric shock coursed through my veins. It hurt in every part of my skin and body. It felt as though lightning was coursing through me, which in a way, it was. The shock evaporated as quickly as it had come. Silence followed this for a few moments. My body was tensed up, waiting for another assult.

“Where is the money?” the voice asked again. “I do not know what you are talking about!” I pleaded. “You know where it is! Your grandfather told you! I know he did!” The voice yelled. My heart began to beat a tattoo against my chest again. This person was mad! “My grandfather was a simple man, he worked as a bartender for many years! He didn't have money!”

My skin was assaulted again, this time for a few seconds longer. I yelled in pain. “That hurt didn't it?” the voice asked flatly. I didn't speak. “Your grandfather was not just a bartender! He was head of OSF And he told you!” I racked my brain. This person or computer was off its rocker! “You're insane!” I bellowed.

Again, the shock shot through my entire body. I was beginning to feel faint. My eyes were brimming with tears and my whole body was aching. “I DON'T KNOW!” I yelled again feeling my head begin to throb. “liar!” said the voice and my body tensed again.

I woke up in a cold sweat completely lost and afraid. I began to wonder about OSF. They questioned me about it over and over. I pulled the blanket off myself, grabbed my cigarettes and walked out of my bedroom.

I crept quietly through the house. I headed down the hall to the kitchen. I walked up to the wooden basement door and twisted the knob. The basement was dark and colder than the rest of the house. I stepped onto the first step and put my foot onto the first step. It creaked under my weight. I stepped down to the second stair and reached out for the light chain.

After I pulled the door shut behind me and locked it, I walked down the stairs hearing a creak on every other step. I hadn't been to the basement in a few years, It always made me uneasy, but after what I have been through a little musk and darkness doesn't scare me.

At the bottom of the steps I headed right, to my grandfathers study. I was questioned so much about OSF, and I intended to find out if it was a real thing. My captors seemed to believe it so strongly, and it made me begin to wonder too.

I stepped carefully up to the door and it creaked open. As far as I knew, nobody had stepped foot into this study since my grandfather passed. My mom said it was too painful for her and I thought she was probably right. As the door opened, I was surprised to find the light turned on. It must be motion sensor.

The study was covered in a deep layer of dust. The desk was in the center of the room, a green glass writing lamp set pointed down on the desk, illuminating the room. There was a stack of dust covered manilla folders in the middle of it, and the walls were lined with books. My grandfather's personal library. I stared around, memorized. The books were thick, leatherbound, and very old. They seemed to draw me into them.

I slowly began pulling them off the shelves, one by one, blowing off the dust and reading the titles. Most of them were history books, copies of famous stories like Huckleberry Finn, Moby Dick, Wuthering Heights, Dracula, poetry.

After I searched for what felt like hours I came across a very thick edition. I pulled it off the shelf and it weighed more than I had expected. I almost dropped it. My fingers fumbled as I tried to catch it. The dust flew into the air and caused me to sneeze. I looked at the front cover, there was no title. I opened the front cover and began to flip through the pages. To my astonishment, they were completely blank and void of any writing.

The entire book was empty, I looked at it confused and was on the verge of turning around to look closer in the light when I noticed a small red button on the wall behind where the book was on the shelf. I swallowed hard and laid the book on the desk. I walked forward and pressed the button. The shelf slid up and was shaking dust loose from all around. The wall behind it was thick and made of iron, it had a sunflower burned into the metal. I reached for the handle and the door swung forward.