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A teaser of sortsIsaac screamed out in pain, but he was alone in the jet-black room. Not even Elsie was there to help him now. Isaac felt a sudden stab of pain in his brain, and he gripped his head with his hands, digging into the delicate skin beneath his hair with his fingernails. He hadn't been alone for this long before, and anxiety began to set in. The men in the long black coats would be here soon, he thought, and as he tried to stand up, a jolt of electricity shot through his body, shocking him. He fell back to the ground, struggling to maintain his breathing. A door slowly but surely was pushed open, making a creaking sound. Light spilled into the room, and Isaac shielded his eyes with a hand as he adjusted to the sudden brightness. A man walked inside, only his silhouette against the light visible. He shut the door behind him, the blackness returning to the room until he flicked a switch and two rows of fluorescent lights turned on, forcing Isaac to shut his eyes. Isaac blinked several times,
Grotalimon Script[Fade in to see all of MAIN CHARACTER submerged in a bathtub besides his face.]
MAIN CHARACTER [Narration]: "The first time I see one is at 5:30 in the morning. I'm soaking in a hot bath with the lights off, in hope that the simulated womb will mitigate some of the effects of sleep deprivation."
[MAIN CHARACTER's cat goes from one side of the bathroom door to the other, meowing.]
MAIN CHARACTER [Narration]: "The damn cat can't decide which side of the door it wanted to be on, and since I don't live with anyone else, I simply left it ajar."
[A freakish, ugly monster type thing walks briefly by the door, and we see MAIN CHARACTER with an absolutely terrified look on his face.]
[MAIN CHARACTER runs from the bathroom with a towel around his waste and searches around the house with the following narration.]
MAIN CHARACTER [Narration]: "I burst from the bathroom as fast as I can put on my towel. I can't be sure what I've just seen, or even that I have seen anything at all. Foremost on my min
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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