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I’m right next to the door. The door opens with a burst of blinding light; I can’t see anything but can hear screams of pure horror and suffering. The door closes, two army officers walk in, they grab the first person and take him out the door, they come in and out taking person after person working their way around the room. Each time the door opens I can hear the same terrifying noises. Their down to my grandma now, they grab her, she struggles with them. One of the officers takes a syringe out of his pocket. I jump out of my chair and slam him against the wall. Another office grabs a syringe and stabs it into my grandma’s neck. She slides down the wall and sits limply on the floor. - |
Date: 7.29.01 |
you are welcome here
My grandma, brother, girlfriend, and I are in a pure white room. The
room is lined with people sitting on folding chairs. In the back right
corner there is a one sided window.
