Spending ten days stuck in my own mind felt like being locked up in a cramped cell with a crazy person and not having any way out.
The children, observers of the experimentation going on in room-B, gave off electromagnetic sparks every time they touched the knob. A morose feeling that overcame me guided my interpretation of the unfolding situation. The birthday parties they once enjoyed had become ritualistic cocktail parties where the quality of spirit was below par. Keen awareness stifled.
The diet of the ice skater in room-B was limited. The children starred on in anticipation of his convulsive twitching. They stood on stacked crates.
Again and again, I shooed children away, hoping to give the man in room-B some quiet rest on a September day. Like lovers, they always came back. The experimentation in room-B held their exacerbated fascination inflexibly.
If only I got out for a day. Would I still feel trapped out there?
Men with ivory coats pushed their way passed the children to get into room-B. The experimentation continued on.
As much as I didn't want to know about the room, the children, smirking, told me. Critters stirred. Images rived my mind like dried autumn leaves preened from the trees. I put on a forged smile, prooving my dishonesty, and told them critters don't exist. Fictional.
If only I could get out of this nutty place for a half-day, would some feelings return?
The children let me know that the experimentations were going as planned by the men doing the planning.
I have cleaning to do.
"They found their way through the decrepit streets to an open square where they perceived a large archway with closed doors." Susy loved to tell the children stories. I never liked butting into the middle of it because the ending of her stories triggered me. " The critters were on the other side slithering, hacking, clapping."
"That, young lady," I said gathering the sheets sprawled out on the floor, "is enough critters talk tonight."
"We want to hear the ending," wined Charlie.
Fudgesickle. I need to get away from this place before they bring me down to their level.
Before I could continue on with my thoughts and the cleaning, the lights went out and the children were silent. My ear picked up a slithering sound that hastened. I jumped up onto a bed.
The children snickered wildly.
Lights turned on.
Not a soul was in the room with me when I opened my eyes and checked around the room. "Stop playing games with me!"
A hideous giggle berated my loneliness as I escaped into the eerie hallway flashing with lights. My lungs inflated half of their normal capacity as my blood pressure rose. An intense heat knocked me off balance. Falling to the ground, my skin melted into the ground. Head hit the ground; the rattling of my skull gave me a headache that caused blurriness and some confusion.
A cigarette butt in front of the pot - it bends down, picks it up and lights it with its middle finger.
"Left me in there to rot," said the figure, shocking my bones to their core.
Between the blinking lights, I saw that it was the ice skater from room-B. "Critters don't exist," I shout - terrified silence.
With echolocation, I spot a spoon spinning rapidly toward my head, dodging before I'm hit. Skillets. Hammers and nails. Picking up a skillet, I hurl it toward the man but miss. The skillet hit the Great Wall of China poster on the wall, glass parades down to the floor.
The ice skater moved down the hallway of the Vomitorium with grace and speed that cut threw the air soundlessly. Above me, he stood.
"Are you ready to believe what you see, Johny?" he asked.
The children appeared. They formed a circle around me and started chanting "bananas are berries" as their shoes clicked on the ground.
The ice skater blew smoke into my face. "I am the critter and you will do things. No excuses."
I grabbed the hammer, hoisted myself up and off the floor and stuck him in the ribs. He howled and I ran.
The ceiling's electric fan turned on. One kid after another hurled themselves from it toward me but I dodged them.
Deadbolting the office door, I awaited the daylight's return.
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