The darkness was oppressive. The only sound was the sound of my haggard breath. Whether I closed my eyes or kept them open I could only see black. No sound was audible, I saw no point in scouting as I knew it would be a useless gesture. I took five steps before hitting something solid with my face. I stepped back and raised my arms to what I believed to be a wall. After sweeping wall from right to left and top to bottom, I soon realized I was in some sort of box. The panic of the situation started to crack my sanity, I soon started scouting, even though I knew it would lead to no results. My throat tired and my mind even so I sat down, curled my feet against my chest, and clasped my hands tightly around them. I calmed myself and thought about the last thing I remembered.
I had been walking down a hallway. I had just gotten call about a possible job offer. Strange, why would I be looking for a job? The only reason why I was in Murderville was because I had received a job as the town?s cemetery caretaker. I?m walking into a room, a figure stands infront of me hidden in the shadows of the room. The killer? No the spy! He?s trying to tell me something? Something about the killer. Now i?m watching the spy being put to death. My fellow Murderites watch as he is being put to death. He knew? The killer was?
A sound penetrates the box, jarring me out of my thoughts. The lights come on. I?m in a small room surrounded by cement wall, one light bulb hangs on the ceiling of the room. The killer?s face illuminated as if fate is taunting me with the knowledge of who he is. He says something but the box muffles the sound, he knows but he wants to taunt me more. My feet become wet. I look down, water is gushing out from the edges of the box. The killer is laughing hysterically as the water quickly fills the box. I start banging against the wall furiously to no end. The water is up to my chin. The killer presses his face against the glass anger of recognizing who he is almost takes over the panic that is permeating my entire being. The water has filled the box? I?m on my last breath of air, the bubbles slip out of my mouth as my source of life slowly slips away becoming swallowed by the water. I look at the killers face. I know I?m about to reach my limits, My vision starts to blur. With my last grasps of conscious I see the killers gleeful smile.
Damn you? *dies*