Tic. Tic. Tic. The clock of new silver hung in the familiar bathroom ticking the day away. The time was 9:35 A.M. and the bustle of Chicago traffic rattled outside yet nobody cared to look at the dumpy empty warehouse on 5th St. where inside were the many computers and red velvet tapestry covered many tools that almost looked like the head of a man.
A drill sounded and flesh was cut. Soon a jaw of a lifeless human splattered on the floor echoing throughout the building. The drill rammed again through the ear of another. " NOOOOOOOO! Please, don't. What did I do?" SCREEEEEEE! Went the drill.
One year later.
He opened the door and went down the stairs. He held the heavy police type flashlight with terror full grip, but he didn't use it as a guide but as a weapon. Yet he was healthy he wasn't a clean man, not hygiene clean but clean as in morally. He saw the charred body below and a toilet concrete top. It was bloody yet George had seen nothing like this room. It was a bathroom, brown all over, with many pipes shooting up the walls. He picked up the tape recorder on the ground, THE tape recorder. He pressed play.
" Congratulations George, you've made it this far. You killed the other two. You found that life is more important than wasting it. The door will open soon. I hope you have found what's important in this world. But one last thing, don't check inside the toilet, it's deadly disgusting."
George ignored the warning a reached in, A suction pulled him in, he screamed he felt like his arm was almost coming off. The two-way mirror broke and a strung up axe flew by him but this time it took his arm with it. He yelled hopelessly and fell in his bloodshed.
To be continued…