Just A Little More (343 hits)
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Submitted by Malificent (View user info) at 2004-10-07 11:55:13 EDT
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22:48, November 3rd, 2008.
My name is Michael Johnson. I'm 32 years old, and I'm a freelance magazine journalist. I live in South-East London with my wife Ann and my baby daughter Sophie. I have no fucking clue where I am. Jesus my head hurts. I'm in a room, it's about fifteen feet squared, with no visible door or window. About four inches from the ceiling there's a blue neon strip-light in the wall which runs all the way round the room. The colour of the light is doing nothing for my head. There is a single bed in the exact middle of the room, which is where I woke up. I still have all my clothes on, my watch, my dicta-fone of course, my wallet and my mobile phone. No signal, of course. Of course.
HELLO? This isn't fucking funny you crazy bastards! I need a piss, will someone let me out?!
Moving my head to try and shake out the cobwebs was a bad idea, my God that hurts. Why can't I remember coming here? Did I get wasted with John again last night? I know we went to that new bar in Soho...I can't remember a thing after that. Perhaps they have something to do with it; must check that out when I write up about this. It will make a hell of a story.
23:42
Been shouting for a good half-hour now. No reaction. This room must be sound-proof. I can't see any indication of recording or observational equipment at all. What is the purpose of this? There is absolutely nothing identifiable about this room at all. It's hard to tell in the blue light but everything looks white. Even the bedsheets have no labels on them. Nothing has a brand on it. A couple of minutes ago I ran my hand along every reachable part of the walls and they are totally seamless, except in the corners where there are the most miniscule of gaps; minor ventilation is all I can assume, though I couldn't feel any breeze. Walls seem to be made of some sort of smooth, durable plastic. Very thick -- tried to push against them with no luck, not even the slightest bend. Floor and ceiling exactly the same. It's more like a cube than a room in here. A Tupperware container, heh. The only distinguishing feature is that fucking light.
23:56
The headache is still there, and I'm really pissed off now. At first I was kind of curious, but my head coupled with the unrelenting need to piss is now working on my nerves. Nobody will be out looking for me; Ann isn't expecting me home until tomorrow afternoon and...fuck knows what happened to John.
I swear to God if you're up there laughing at me I'm going to fucking castrate you when I get out of here, John!
Who am I trying to convince? It's been...over an hour since I woke up. John hasn't got the patience to see a prank through for as long as that; it's not his style.
I, uh...I'm starting to get a little bit scared actually.
I can't seem to collect my thoughts. I don't feel bruised or anything so they must have drugged me to get me here. The headache and pressure on my bladder is making it very hard for me to focus my thoughts on anything really.
23:59
I don't know what I was hoping to achieve with that. Just tried to ram the bed into one of the walls. Not even a scratch on the wall but I managed to fuck up my midsection something chronic, ugh. It was like that scene in Fight Club where Ed Norton tries to break into the building by ramming a bench into the glass door, but the door remained unblemished and Norton ended up in a heap. I can imagine my captors laughing at my stupidity like Tyler Durden laughed.
This is so fucking stupid! Just let me the fuck out of here you--OH MY GOD!!
00:11
Okay...okay...
Okay.
J-just after I tried ramming the walls with the bed...the two walls to my left and right moved. They came in by about t-two feet each I guess. It was the scariest fucking thing that's ever happened to me in my life. They barely made any sound -- it wasn't like in Star Wars where it was all mechanical and loud. They made a weird *sssschwoof* sound b-but that was all.
I pissed myself. I guess that's one less thing to worry about huh? Ha ha ha ha-oh God, I want out of here. Fuck it with the bullshit machismo and false bravado, I'm scared as fuck. Who the FUCK IS OUT THERE? LET ME GO!
I've been in here for at least t-two hours now, and there has been no indication that anyone is even watching me. This is sick, this is so fucking sick.
01:32
The walls have c-come in twice more. I threw up in one corner of the room; most of the vomit is gone now, the wall just slid over it. It stinks -- I stink, of p-piss and vomit and fear. I can smell the fear on myself, sour and strong. No wonder dogs are so k-k-keen on it.
I could be imagining things but it seemed like the walls came in a little less each time. To what end? The only thing that springs to m-mind is a simple headfuck. WHY, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS?! I just wish I knew...something, anything. I don't want to d-die in here. Is that even likely to happen? Am I just going to get crushed? Is this some sort of twisted psychological experiment on how humans act under stressful conditions? Well FUCK YOU, FUCK ALL OF YOU.
02:07
There doesn't seem to be any p-p-pattern to the movement of the walls. They d-definitely came in less this t-time though, I'm sure I'm n-not imagining it.
C-can't stop shaking. I can't t-tell if I'm cold or not though. I g-guess this is what shock feels like. Pacing up and d-down the room hasn't done anything to c-c-calm me down. Still can't seem to focus my thoughts. No headache any more b-but my vision swims occasionally. Had a nosebleed about t-twenty minutes ago. Perhaps someone will d-dump the sheets and someone else will f-find them covered in my b-blood and maybe...maybe they will at least know what happened to me.
02:28
I want to see my d-daughter. My wife...my beautiful, wonderful wife. Ann...I love you both so much. I don't know what I did to deserve this but please don't hurt my family. My b-baby has a life to live, please just don't...please let me go. Let me go...let me go...letmegoletmegoletmego...
Can anyone even hear me? I've been shouting so much my throat is hoarse...crying too, fuck I don't mind admitting it. At least when I d-die I can say I was honest with myself at the end. I'm glad I stopped to kiss Sophie on my way out. I'm glad I told Ann I loved her when I called her earlier on. Like good ol' Frank said: "Regrets, I've had a few, but then again, too few to mention." Ahh...not a bad song to have stuck in your head during the last hours of your life I suppose.
02:51
The walls haven't moved in almost an hour. Perhaps they'll let me go? There's still so much more I want to do with my life. I was going to go back-packing in Nepal with my brother Alex one year. I should have taken my father fishing more often. He loves it, even more so since Mum died.
The room is about four feet wide now. Now that I think about it, the bed looks pretty sturdy...perhaps it will stop the walls when they get that far?
03:03
People have always assumed insanity to be ignorant -- now I know that isn't the case. If you are lucid enough to declare your own insanity, does that then negate it? I felt mine snap like an over-taut rubber band about six minutes ago, when the bed went. I've only just been able to stop laughing since then. It crumpled like a tin can, hahahaha -- remember in Back to the Future 2 when Doc Brown said something similar about the Delorean? That was a great movie -- I saw it with Annie just a few weeks ago. We both laughed. She has a beautiful laugh. I think in the last few seconds I will try and force myself to hear that laugh and it will carry me through with a little peace.
When I stand sideways with my arms by my side my shoulders touch both walls. Still no sign of life outside. For all I know I could be the last person alive on the planet, doomed to insanity and death at the hands of a homicidal artificial intelligence. What a terrible movie that would make. The concept's been done to DEATH, HAHAHAHAhahahahahahahahaha....
03:12
Ah...ah..
I'm b-beyond wondering now. I'm b-beyond ev-verything I th-think. Th-the walls c-came in only a f-f-few inches this t-time, but it was enough to f-fracture a couple of m-my ribs. I'm ss...standing on my t-toes; the pain all through my b-b-body is unbearable. I...p-...p-pray for death the n-next time the walls move -- better that than to b-be left h-half alive and half c-crushed in here.
Every b-breath is agony..ohhhh...
Just l-let the t-t-tape survive...let someone know my las-last words. Ah...Annie...Sophie...Alex...Dad...I can see the end...M-Mum says hi...
Ah...
Wait...I think I hear something...is my broken mind playing tricks on me now?
Why don't you just kill me you sadistic bastards?! Move the walls in one more time! Just a little more and I'll be dead!
Ah! AnnieannieannieANNIEANNIE--
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