WHERE AM I?

 

would just go back to my couch and continue watching my television program.

 

A good ten minutes or so went by and everything was perfect. I knew the sound couldn’t have been in my imagination, but it kept bugging me. What was that noise? Why was it so loud? But after those ten minutes were up, I suddenly felt an incredibly sharp prick pierce my neck, which caused me to let out a loud groan, causing me to keel forward, gripping my stomach tight.

 

I felt dizzy almost immediately. My whole head felt as if it were spinning before I ultimately passed out. This was a few days ago. Or, at least I think it was because down here, I really don’t have any sense of time or the weather.

 

For all I know, I could have been down here already for a full year and the drug I was given had knocked me on my ass for months or years. It’s hard to say. All I know is that I’m in an incredibly cold and unbearably uncomfortable area. It’s dark and gray down here, and I can only see a few feet in front of me.

 

I have only ever seen my captor once and they look to be a tall, gangly entity with no discernible facial features, and their skin is completely gray. I know that whatever this thing is, it’s not human. As for what it is exactly, I have no idea.

 

But what terrifies me just as much is the fact that I am here with dozens of other people who cannot move or talk. They must have been given the proper drug because I can still move and I can still talk. I just don’t do any of those things unless