Out of the corner of my eye I could see light filtering from what seemed a crack in the baseboard to my left. My ankles were firmly tied, and my wrists complained loudly behind my back. It was hard to measure how far I was from the wall in the darkness, and the bulks closing […]

I couldn’t seem to find what was bothering me. I kept looking around in autopilot and coming back to my research; my head bouncing like a pinball from screen to everywhere in the room. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was missing something. Was I being watched? Unless by a ghost, there was no