Red Light

“What is that?” I ask myself. I walk over to it and look up. A small device attached to the wall. It looks like someone is watching me through it. But who? And why? So many different thoughts running through my head... and my first, is to get out of this room. But how?

I walk back over to the door. No handle, no nothing. How am I supposed to get out? Is this some kind of test or something? Is the whole world watching me? I don’t like any of this. I look back up at the device on the wall. A red flashing light. Is this supposed to mean something?

I turn around and scan the room. Broken wooden beams on the floor. White floor, white walls, white ceiling. And that’s it. No other means of escape of this white room of terror.

“There must be some other way” I think out loud. I look back at the door. “There just has to be!” anger, sweeps over my brain. The thought of staying in this room much longer frightens me. Nothing but a red flashing light, the feeling that I am being watched.

I need to get out of here. 

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