It was about four years ago, he remembered.
He was stuck there, in that room, alone. He'd been cold, hungry, and desolate for at least 48 hours. "Why am I stuck to this chair!?", he asked aloud, through the sack on his head and the rope in his mouth, to his captors. Silence. He could barely see anything through his distorted vision, but what he could make out, he didn't like. Apparitions, with ghostly, glowing, white eyes, peered probingly in to his being. He felt the coldness of their gaze. They weren't from our world...but what were they? He couldn't tell.
He sat there silently for about forty minutes, expecting his demise, but to his amazement, after those forty minutes, the eyes disappeared. He couldn't make out even the slightest hint
He was stuck there, in that room, alone. He'd been cold, hungry, and desolate for at least 48 hours. "Why am I stuck to this chair!?", he asked aloud, through the sack on his head and the rope in his mouth, to his captors. Silence. He could barely see anything through his distorted vision, but what he could make out, he didn't like. Apparitions, with ghostly, glowing, white eyes, peered probingly in to his being. He felt the coldness of their gaze. They weren't from our world...but what were they? He couldn't tell.
He sat there silently for about forty minutes, expecting his demise, but to his amazement, after those forty minutes, the eyes disappeared. He couldn't make out even the slightest hint