Scary Entities

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.

The End

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