It was a cold place. It was a cold and dark place. Little stood among the room to entertain its occupant. All that lay in the room was a rope and chair in this cold, dark room. A floating, pale, eyeless face rested in the room. It knew not how long it waited for something, anything to happen. It was lonely
so lonely
There seemed nowhere to go, nothing to do. Honestly, it hurt, it scared. The rope fixed itself into a noose when a sudden flash of light outside the room caught the faces attention. A door several feet in front of the visage became visible-when did that get there? Distantly the apparition heard footsteps-someone else had somehow miraculously found it. The pale face disappeared, reappearing in a shadowy cell. Some blood pooled in front of where the face floated. The jiggling of locked doors reached the room, slowly coming closer. The visage merely waited to see who found it, to see whom they would be
playing games with.
Eventually, a person opened the do
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