|The Grey Room. (standard:drama, 1411 words)|
|Author: Randy Osbourne||Added: Apr 12 2006||Views/Reads: 2074/1324||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A man finds himself in a small grey room with no means of escape.|
The Grey Room. He had no idea how he got to where he was, nor did he have a clear memory of what had happened to him before he found himself in a strange room. All he knew at that moment was that he was there. He slowly got up from the hard concrete floor and looked around. He was in a small room with four grey walls. He looked to the floor and then to the ceiling to see the grey matched the walls. There were no windows in sight. There was a grey door in the centre of one of the walls, with a grey doorknob. He slowly walked to the door and turned the knob. It only turned a bit which clearly indicated to him that it was locked. He then started to pound in fists on the door and yelled. “HEY! IS THERE ANYONE THERE? HEY!” Silence only greeted him. He made another attempt and shouted, “CAN ANYONE HEAR ME? I'M LOCKED IN HERE!” His throat started to get horse from shouting and he sat on the ground. His mind was a whirl with what seemed like a hundred different ideas all at once. One of the first thoughts he had was that he had been kidnapped. That idea he seriously doubted. Even though his memory was foggy he knew that he was not a rich man. So he dismissed that idea from his mind. He then thought that aliens could have abducted him. He was never one the really believed in the paranormal, but at that point, he would believe almost anything to explain the situation that he was in. He wondered if they would do some strange experiments on him that he heard others claim that they went through when they were abducted. He was determined not to let anything like that happen to him. If they were going to experiment on him, then he would not go down without a fight. There was not much he could do in the meantime but wait. He looked on his left arm and saw that he had no watch. He then quickly checked his pants pockets. There was nothing in them. It was at that moment he noticed that his clothes were grey. It was just a simple shirt and pants that matched the colour of the room. He then got the idea that he was in some sort of prison. But as far as he knew, he had committed no crime. He desperately wanted to know where he was and how he got there. He got up again and pounded on the door again. “HEY! HEYYYY! CAN ANYONE HERE ME? LET ME OUT OF HERE! I WANT OUT OF HERE NOW!” Still no reply of any kind. He sat down on the floor again frustrated. As he thought about his dilemma, he fell asleep. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------- He woke up and his neck was stiff and sore from the way he had slept. He had no idea how much time had passed as he slept. In this dreadful room, a minute could seem like an hour and an hour like an eternity. As he rose up slowly, he massaged his soar neck. He went to the door again and this time he did not shout or pound on it. He tried a different tactic and tried to talk through it in case there was someone who could hear him on the other side. “Excuse me,” he began. “Is there someone out there? I would like to come out of this room now please.” Silence was the only answer he received. “If there is someone out there can you please at least answer me?” Click here to read the rest of this story (86 more lines)
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