Ready Or Not
It was Christmas and today was the day. They said we would all be gone before the day ends. We are in our room and it is very cold. So two of us go to the thermostat. 60 degrees. That’s crazy! I turn the knob to 75 degrees and we started walking back. I am in front and Jane is behind. As I am close to the room, I hear a big thump. I turn around and Jane is on the ground being dragged away by a dark figure. As it is too late for me to save her, I run into the room with Bella and Phil. “What’s wrong and where is Jane?” they both said. “A dark figure dragged her away,” I said. As they sit quietly, I hear a slight sound of muffled words. “You all hear that?” ’Hear what?” “Never mind.” Suddenly, it feels like an earthquake, followed by loud screaming. “Now did y’all hear that?” “YES!” they said. “What was it though?”
No one answered. Then out of nowhere, it seemed to ger colder and it was getting hard to move. We could not bear it. And, I was going crazy. So, Bella and Phil go out this time while I sit in my bed having flash backs of how I could have saved Jane. I started to warm up. I hear their foot steps close to the door and then it was gone. I get scared, so I hide under my bed. Five minutes later, I go to check. Before I even exit the room, the same dark figure comes in my direction and ties me to the bed and says, “You’re next. Be ready.”
As I sit in fear, strapped to the bed, I hear the mumbling again. This time it’s even louder. Then I hear screaming. My heart starts pumping. Bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum. Faster and faster and faster until it stops. No more screaming and now I was at peace, but cold. Then, a peach scented smell entered the room, it captured the hairs in my nostrils so much that a red substance dripped out my nose. Drip, drip.
“You’re next.” Someone whispered in a faint voice. As I was rolled to a room, the figure put in a four-digit password on the panel then tossed me into a room. As I laid there, a puddle of red substance was soaked up like a sponge into my clothes. I stood up and it was everywhere. Thick, chunky, red substance splattered on the wall. Slowly dripping down. As I looked around, at the horrific mess, drops of something was hitting my head. As I looked up, drops of red gook was hitting my head. Drip, drop.
“Subject four. Test four. Ready.” “Ready for what? I’m just a black boy. Please don’t let me die.” “Hopefully not.” “Hopefully? I need a yes or no.” “No comment.” The room started to spin. Round and round and round. Faster and faster and faster. Then, it gets hotter and hotter until it feels like I’m boiling inside. The ground started to rumble, then I fall. Round and round and faster and faster. Hotter and hotter. Rumbling and rumbling. Then, I scram, “Make it stop.” I can see it as I slowly depart. I hear. “Subject four. Test four. Failure. Next subject.”