Is it?.. Is it Tuesday? Possibly thursday. I can’t tell anymore its been so long being trapped in a dark room slowly dismantling my own psyche with fear of them watching me. Could they be? I don’t think so but then again how have I been getting my sustenance? I don’t know it may have something to do with the tube in my arm. They wouldn’t be able to get in right? I’ve checked for entrances everywhere. None. Just cold rough stone. I suppose I should tell you the truth about what happened before they make up lies about it and re arrange the details. So listen… Carefully. I recall that the day that my colleague made the promise to get back at me for burning his research papers after a dispute. Heh. He got his revenge. That’s the day that will burn forever in my mind. Later that day I came home to see my house thrashed, seeing as how this was nearly guaranteed work of my colleague I was irritated but I didn’t act on it as it would only spark him further I just picked up the house and left the house for the night. I grabbed my keys got in my car and left not a specific destination in mind I just wanted to drive, go somewhere. I eventually stopped in at a motel to check in for the night and went up to the room. I lay back on the bed and thought about my colleagues’ so called revenge plans and laughed I started up to go and shower but took a blow to the back of the head and blacked out I awoke in a chair. Surprisingly it didn’t seem like a clichè setup, I wasn’t strapped to the chair, the room was brightly lit and fairly large it looked a bit like a living room just with no entrances or exits. The walls were plastered with flowery wallpaper. The only two things in the room besides my chair were a small box television and a remote. I sat down and switched it on. Immediately a bright light flashed and I attempted to avert my gaze but found I could not. I simply watched in horror as gruesome images of murder victims with their stomachs gashed open staring at the camera smiling I then began to hear quiet, monotonous chanting “They are coming, They are closer,They are coming, They are closer.” Slowly repeating until it abruptly stopped and I heard a forced raspy whisper “They are here.” And a cold draft blew throughout the room I turned to see two men standing side by side behind me. They moved intentionally, slowly,in unison until they were directly at my back I couldn’t move out of desperate fear as they tucked their arms under mine and lifted me pinning me to the wall as another man stepped out of the shadows holding a syringe and a serrated scalpel. He moved swiftly towards us and pushed the needle into my stomach. I gasped but then felt warm numbness I looked down to see him slit my stomach down the middle,Pull something from his pocket insert it into the wound and then. Stitch it back up and disappear back to his original position. Then I passed out yet again. I woke back up in the room I’m in now. I heard a small rough voice somewhere above me. “You took my original research so its only fair that you become my new research right?” I’ve been here ever since but it seems like they will be back for me soon to continue the tests.
Credit To – Psychological Destruction