Chapter Eight

“What’s going on? Someone please tell me. Where am I?” his trembling voice asked.

No one answered, it was quiet. The only sounds that could be heard were the rumbling on the engine, and heavy breathing.

“Please where are you taking me?” he asked again, realizing he was in a moving car from the bumps on the road.

“Just keep shut, okay? we’ll get there soon” A croaky voice replied gently.

Michael was at Arnold’s building that afternoon, walking through the hallway with the pocket book in his hand, looking for the room number on the book.

“103, found it.” He said to himself. “I’m sure he’s just scared, that’s why he didn’t show up.” He continued with an easy voice.

Michael knocked, but no response, he knocked again with a little more force, still no answer but the door moved in a little.

“It’s open?” his ease began to fade into caution.

Pushing the door gently by the handle, he walked into the room slowly. It was completely silent end eerie.

“Hello? Anyone home?” He whispered softly.

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