Suffocated

I could hear weird things in this room that I had never heard before. I could hear feet shuffling as if they were dragging chains, the slamming of heavy metal gates, and grown men crying, wailing. I couldn’t see any but I have seen plenty of jail scenes in movies so I can imagine what it looks like.

I wouldn’t be surprised if someone died in this room recently; the stench reminds me of the mouse that was born premature and no one knew it's existence underneath the cupboard. It was there for three days until the stench got so bad. I finally found the dead mickey in the far corner. Even the H1N1 N95 mask could not cover the terrible smell.

I am alone, I am hungry and I am tired. I don’t really know what and how I could ended up here. At this point I’ll do just about anything to get it over so I could get out of this place and get home as soonest possible. This place is so unpleasant, so cold and dark...gloomy !

Alamak...what was I blogging about...! Must be reading too much of the TBH's inquest and the scary happenings at Plaza Masalam lately. Imaginations gone wild....