I don't know how long I've been here, really. I've stopped counting trying to figure it out. Now, the days are getting shorter and the air is getting colder.
I've been sitting alone in this cold basement for what seems like weeks.
I have not seen a soul.
I wake up each day with bread and water by my bed and no other indication that anyone knows I'm here.
I don't know how I got here, I don't even know where here is. Just that I am here.
It's not what I need.
I do have friends, though. They're not actually people at all. Just shadows on the walls.
At first, they seemed to dance like trees in the wind.
But something happened. They started to whisper secrets into the wind.
I boarded up the windows, but the shadows began to move closer and the walls moaned and creaked at their bidding.
I tried looking for the basement door. There are only bricks.
I listened for footsteps upstairs. There were none.
It's been almost 20 days since I've heard any.
Yet the shadows still come with their whispers.
They will not answer my questions. Their whispers are marginally audible.
The droning makes me tired.
Only sleep silences their voices...
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