Really?
The blank walls close in on me. All white, no pictures or light fixtures. The ceiling is white as well, one solitary light. I can’t understand where I am or how I got here. Too much white, not enough color. I need color. Red, black, blue, green, orange, beige, anything.
Standing up brings me a head rush. I swing around a bit. I turn around and there is a door. It’s locked. Jiggling the doorknob is useless really. My eyes meander for awhile before I charge the door. No thump or breaking through the door. Instead, new room, all black. Darkness now is the case.
I try looking about but it is of no use. I have to let my eyes get used to it. An hour goes by and my eyes don’t get used to it and I decide to move. I take one step and I am now falling. Great.
The wind brushes back my hair and my eyes begin to water. This is fun. Free falling to a fate I don’t know. Endless hole? Infinite abyss? This is really quite interesting. Colors now, finally. Red, black, blue, green, orange, and beige fly by me. People waving as well. Too quick to make them out. Weightlessness hits me and soon enough the space around me fades into a hallway.
I walk down the dark, damp hallway. Water drips from the corners as I turn. Speaking of turning I have a turncoat on. A pistol is in my left hand. I crash onto the closest wall and slowly put foot in front of foot. Gun shots. I run back like a coward. I creep my head around the corner and there is a shot. I put the gun out and shoot wildly for a bit. I hear a thump.
I aim my gun as I slowly walk up to the body. Blood is everywhere. I turn over the body to see the face and static hits and my face is pulled through a wall. Panic is setting in. I’m phasing through walls. Soon enough I am thrown through a window and the glass shatters. I flip and turn and land on my back…
“Carter! Carter! Come look at this!” says Splintz as the victim’s pupils are growing and shrinking at an unnatural rate.
Carter walks over to the victim and shines a light in the victim’s eyes. Carter speaks saying, “Holy crap man. That’s weird. I just checked him a second ago. His heartbeat was barely there and now look at his chest. Rapid breathing.”
“It’s weird, Carter and it’s freaking me out,” proclaims Splintz, “This guy is something else.”
Carter gets on his radio and says, “Hey, Gloria, it’s Carter. We’re over here at Tom Lidell’s and he’s…I don’t know. Make it quick.”
Splintz and Carter back up from the victim…
My name? I just heard my name. Who’s that over there in the couch? I creep over and touch him. He touches me. Really?
