Quiet voices, whispers. Echoing. Over and over in my brain. Two men in white lab coats turn the corner. Dean whispers for me to put my head down his breath warm against my ear. I do as told. Becoming a drone of a boy I just met.but somehow I trust him. I think I do at least. Right as the men look up dean puts his hand on my elbow leading me into a supply closet. Toilet paper and shelves of tissues covering the walls. The men stop in front of the door. They are bickering. I lean closer to the door,breathing heavily.then they become silent. As if they heard me. And they did. The door opens shining a dim light throughout. Only we are not there. We are gone. Vanished into thin are. Somehow I feel this is familiar.
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Doomed
Mystery / ThrillerIt is dark with very little light just one bulb hanging from its cord. Cold metal cuffs are around my wrists And then there is the creature. Drool dripping down its hair covered chin. I scream in fear. It hurdles its self at me. Everything goes b...
