Cheap plastic and panic: A Suspense Narrative By Bryant Hodgson
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Cheap plastic and darkness. That’s all I was registering at that moment. All I could smell was a the strong scent of cheap plastic and I could only see darkness. I started to recall my name, John, and the year, 2017 to make sure I was spared from any mental damage. The only thing I could think of right then was,”Am I dead? Is this what death is?” I then started to remember bits and pieces of what happened before this.
All I could remember was walking to my apartment alone one night when a white van drove next to me with 2 men in suits beginning to storm out. I started to panic. The men in suits then pulled a sack over my head and a needle into my neck. After that everything got cloudy and dark.
That’s all I could remember up until now.That’s when I realized I couldn’t move. I started to panic even more but I still had no way to express it, so I just laid there internally screaming. I don’t know how long I went on like this but I can guess I was like this for a good 10 minutes before an intense brightness struck me. The brightness was so intense because of the lack of light that it was an intensely painful experience and I’m absolutely positive that there is still some permanent damage today. Because I was paralyzed I couldn’t blink and this intense pain went on for a while before I could completely comprehend the fact that there were other people around me
This only made me panic even more which wasn’t helping the situation. While I was in this perpetual state of internal screaming two people entered the room. These people were two men (both dressed rather smartly) that seemed to be discussing something rather urgent and even though I was across the room I could still understand some of it “The feds are closing in on us man! Some snitch must have caught onto what we're actually doing and ratted us out to those damn cops!” said the first man. “Calm down. Just take deep breaths and think rationally. Anybody who would want to take us down would know not to take us on now. You’re probably just being paranoid like always.” said the second man. “NO MAN ALRIGHT THERE ARE GUYS OUT THERE WHO ARE WILLING TO DO ANYTHING TO GET REVENGE ON US FOR WHAT WEVE DONE!!!!”, screeched the first man.
This was all of the conversation I heard before everything started to go dark and quiet. I don’t exactly know how long I was out for but I do know that it was definitely more than a few hours because when I woke up again I felt surprisingly well rested. I was still paralyzed time it was only from the neck down so I could move my head and talk. I could also see and hear the massive, almost comical saw slowly moving towards my lower half. This made me panic even more except this time I could actually scream so I just screeched as loud as possible until I heard a menacing cackle and a raspy voice say, “Oh how I love when they scream, it gives me a chance to savor their fear and panic before the inevitable spray of blood and viscera!” This made me scream even more until the raspy voice called out “Okay this is getting old just shut yer damn trap already!” After this the saw sped up until it was mere inches away from my stomach. Then it made contact. I felt an incredible and indescribable pain that made pass out almost immediately but still gave me enough time to see my entrails spill out of my stomach. The last thing I thought before I passed out was “Now I am really dead…”
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