The First Hour
I think it was December 5th of last year that something very frightening and strange happened to me. I was working at the car shop since six o'clock in the morning. I was finally able to go during lunch break, and then it happened. Shortly after I was finished with lunch, I had the strangest feeling ever. I couldn't comprehend how it felt. Sometimes it felt mildly good, others mildly bad. A few hours later, it had gotten worse. I could hardly stand up or walk around. I started seeing things every time I blinked, and they weren't pleasant sights at all. I strained my eyes a few times to try to get rid of the visions in my head, but that didn't seem to work. I closed my eyes one more time and this time I could only see the vision. Not the real world, the vision.
It was so surreal to me. All the things around me, the atmosphere I was in. It was all closing in on me and I couldn't stand it. I finally bellowed out a blood-curdling scream. Silence. Silence had at last come over the horror of the place I was in. Sitting on the ground, I stared off into space, dreaming of what it was like back in the real world.
Shortly after that happened, I decided to observe the place I was eternally trapped in. It had an appearance of an abandoned 70's building interior while the floor was made of faded brown carpet. The place had a yellowish tint to it, an unpleasant feeling as well. The carpet, oh the smell of it. It was revolting. The scent of it was like vomit mixed with dirty socks. The lights were terrible. The buzzing of the fluorescent bulbs drove me insane. I would've killed myself if it was possible. I sat down once more, crying in anguish because of what I was experiencing. I checked my watch and it had only been an hour of time. ONLY AN HOUR!!! I had no idea how long I would be here or how long it would take me to get out of here. I just knew it was going to take a tremendous amount of time.
