This Story is Going Nowhere Fast
You're escorted through a wide corridoor, to your right are unfamiliar muscular men, all convicted for ghastly crimes, some shouting, some screaming, others wrestling themselves to death. Your handcuffs are unlocked, originally you would have attempted to escape, but it appears these people aren't going to take any chances. He shoves you in forcefully, and quickly locks the iron door.
You walk awkwardly into the room, almost expecting a random officer to appear and attempt to rape the living shit out of you, fortunately, I won't go so far. But still, a man appears from out of the shadows where he was once concealed beneath. Yet, there was a scarcity of shadows inside this cell, to be hidden here would have to be prodigious, otherwise, it would be a hopeless task which would result in failure. His muscular physique was visible, through his black and white outfit, his eyes hollow, and when he looked at you, he looked at you well, as if staring into the depths of your soul. His greying hair gave you a sense of mystery, of what his history has been like, perhaps he has been here for too long, perhaps he is a sociopath that takes pleasure in creeping through the night, expecting a small child to walk into his path.
Perhaps he creeps into their bedrooms on a stormy night, watching them sleep until a new day begins.
So many possibilities, yet, there are none in which fit the characteristics of a grey-haired man, stubble on his chin and a picture on the wall showing children.
Are they his own?
Or do they belong to someone else..?
What brought this man here, for so long that he prefers to sit in a wooden chair concealed beneath shadows that cease to exist?
He stares into your soul. Perhaps prophesicing your future...
...Or is he visualising what you look like, naked, in the middle of the forest at night?
Does he enjoy your presence?
Is it despised of?
Is this some twisted dream that won't stop asking questions, concering you and a middle-aged man who could possibly seek children, or grown men in the middle of the night, or visit your bedroom to watch you sleep, observing the rhythmic pattern of your every breath, calculating how long you would live for with a knife in your stomach? Or would he kill your parents, and exploit you to prostitution camps?
Are you even reading this?
I don't doubt it...
What happens next my fellow chum?
You walk awkwardly into the room, almost expecting a random officer to appear and attempt to rape the living shit out of you, fortunately, I won't go so far. But still, a man appears from out of the shadows where he was once concealed beneath. Yet, there was a scarcity of shadows inside this cell, to be hidden here would have to be prodigious, otherwise, it would be a hopeless task which would result in failure. His muscular physique was visible, through his black and white outfit, his eyes hollow, and when he looked at you, he looked at you well, as if staring into the depths of your soul. His greying hair gave you a sense of mystery, of what his history has been like, perhaps he has been here for too long, perhaps he is a sociopath that takes pleasure in creeping through the night, expecting a small child to walk into his path.
Perhaps he creeps into their bedrooms on a stormy night, watching them sleep until a new day begins.
So many possibilities, yet, there are none in which fit the characteristics of a grey-haired man, stubble on his chin and a picture on the wall showing children.
Are they his own?
Or do they belong to someone else..?
What brought this man here, for so long that he prefers to sit in a wooden chair concealed beneath shadows that cease to exist?
He stares into your soul. Perhaps prophesicing your future...
...Or is he visualising what you look like, naked, in the middle of the forest at night?
Does he enjoy your presence?
Is it despised of?
Is this some twisted dream that won't stop asking questions, concering you and a middle-aged man who could possibly seek children, or grown men in the middle of the night, or visit your bedroom to watch you sleep, observing the rhythmic pattern of your every breath, calculating how long you would live for with a knife in your stomach? Or would he kill your parents, and exploit you to prostitution camps?
Are you even reading this?
I don't doubt it...
What happens next my fellow chum?