I mustered up the courage I could to ask, “What’s going on?”
Suddenly the fan cut off. Everything was pitch black and silent. All of a sudden, the typewriter that was directly under my fingers flew out from under my hands. I let out a scream the would curdle blood.
“SILENCE!” boomed a voice that sounded like that of the devil.
I sat back in my chair and put my palms face down on my legs. I tried to look all around. Was I in a trance? What was happening?! As I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, I felt several hands grab my body all over. Were they even hands? I gasped and reached for one of them but nothing was there. Maybe I imagined it. Am I going crazy? Then a wall of cold air brushed across my skin as another “hand” enclosed around my neck (or so I thought).
“You do realize,” the deep guttural voice said, “that you not only signed a contract for a study, but you also sold you soul.”
The “hands” pushed me out of my chair and onto the floor.