Chapter 22

A/N: This chapter is not going to be in journal format.

-Yours truly, Randy Taylor


Randy's POV

I'm in a room I don't recognize. Of course, I can't see anything since it is so dark. It's cold too. Dark and cold.

The funny thing is, I can't really feel the cold, or comprehend the darkness. What could have happened? Maybe someone knocked me out, then kidnapped me and took me to this place.

Now that I think about it, my head does kind of hurt. But, I don't remember anyone hitting me, or even anyone being inside our house. Hmm. Maybe that's just some effect of being knocked out.

I think I hear someone coming. What do I do know? I could try to run when the person walks into the room.

But… I can't seem to move! Damn it! I must be frozen with fear. But, if I am…that doesn't even make sense! I'm not scared or afraid! Come to think of it, I don't really seem to have much emotion. Just panic. Pure, utter panic.

Now the footsteps are getting louder, which of course means the person is closer now. I guess I'll just have to see who this bastard is that brought me here.

The person gets to the door, and I can hear it creak when is opened. Then the person flips a light switch, and the entire room is blinded with light.

Wow! This is the weirdest room I've ever been in. The floor (which I am sitting on) is made out of stone blocks, and looks like something out of The Flintstones. The walls are made out of dirt it appears(at least, I hope it's dirt), and the ceiling is painted the purest white color I've ever seen, and has four big squares, and each square has four smaller windows inside it. I can see through the windows. In one square, the sky is blue, and is dotted with fluffy, white clouds. Another square has a dark night sky. In the third square, the sky is black with storm clouds, and I can see the rain and lightning descending from the aforementioned storm clouds. In the last square, I can see objects being blown around. It almost looks like a scene out of Twister.

The squares are all just probably part of some hoax to try and confuse me.

The one odd thing about the room, I look around, and don't see anyone inside. I don't see a light switch or a door either! Geez, what length will this creep go to just to get a scare out of me?

Why am I getting so freaked out? Everything I see and hear is probably false.

I mean, there could be speakers installed somewhere to make noises that sound like footsteps, and any electrician could figure out how to rig lights (I didn't see any of those either!) to turn on without actually being in the room.

Okay, maybe I should be a little freaked out then. I mean, there are no lights in here, but yet all of the light in the room is blinding me!

Oh my God! I just blinked my eyes, and now I can see my dad! He's standing about four feet in front of me. Literally just standing. He isn't blinking or saying anything, even though he's looking right at me. He barely looks like he's breathing.

'Come on dad, stop that! You're freaking me out' I try to say, but can only manage to whisper.

He doesn't say anything. He doesn't even acknowledge the fact that I'm here, or that he's even here.

Wait! This is amazing! Dad didn't die! I was right! Something just happened to him, and he's really alive!

Now I try to get up from my sitting position for the first time. And…I can't. I can't move. It's like I'm paralyzed from head to toe. But I can still blink and breathe. Now I'm really getting freaked out.

'Randy…Randy!' I hear someone say.

'Randy! Wake up!' I can hear a voice, mom's, shout.


A/N: Freaky, huh?

Bit of a surprise ending. (To the chapter, not to the story. I'm seriously going to try to write more chapters than anyone else has been able to. I want this to be my masterpiece story). But, at the same time, I won't overdo it either.

Anyways, please read and review.

Thanks for reading, I appreciate it.

-Yours truly, Randy Taylor