It was a cold place. It was a cold and dark place. Little stood among the room to entertain its occupant. All that lay in the room was a rope and chair in this cold, dark room. A floating, pale, eyeless face rested in the room. It knew not how long it waited for something, anything to happen. It was lonely…so lonely…There seemed nowhere to go, nothing to do. Honestly, it hurt, it scared. The rope fixed itself into a noose when a sudden flash of light outside the room caught the face’s attention. A door several feet in front of the visage became visible-when did that get there? Distantly the apparition heard footsteps-someone el
