My name is 21; at least that is what they call me. I live in a dusky dark small room. There is a small window on the wall and on the opposite side of the room there is a bolted door. I have been in this place for a very long time I don’t remember where I was before coming here. Sometimes I hear voices outside the door they would say words that make no sense such as “sunny day”, “charge sheet”, “lockout”. Today I heard a chirping sound coming from the window, the light casted a shadow of a bird on the wall.
It was sitting right on the window seal, I wanted to get up and see what type bird this was. But the shackles that held me in place were too short so I just sat there and wondered what must be outside the window. Maybe there is a tree with the nest where the bird lives or there must be a garden.
The door suddenly shakes and the voice screams “hey 21, its time to eat”, the tiny flap at the bottom of the door opens as the tray is pushed in towards me there is a dish on the tray which contains some lumps of sour bitter meat. This is the meal I have day in day out. I take a mouthful of the content it tastes awful but I am very hungry so I finish eating it all after all L am fed only once a week.
I push the tray out of the door flap and I hear it being collected, I get up slowly and walk towards the sink near me and have a good long drink of water from the tap. Maybe someday they will let me out; maybe someday they will feel pity on me.
I have never seen another person; I wonder how they must be. I don’t even know what those people look like who hold me captive are there other people out there or is it just them, do they all want to keep me captive? What is my fault? Why is everyone like this? I am yearning for the day when this door will open; I am yearning for the day when I will look outside this window.
The days roll by and I hear the same voices by the door, the same chirping at the window and I have the same meal. I have consoled myself that I am a forgotten aspect of the outside world.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
SHORT HORROR STORIES
TerrorA set of horror short stories in which it portrays your most frightening imaginations. Some I have made up myself and while some are true stories. some of these include an imaginary friend, an abondaned hotel , a haunted picture and many more they...
