Early Morning
Cold,
So Cold.
I look around but I can see nothing.
Dark,
So Dark.
I can hear water dripping, a cold musty sounding drip.
Where the hell am I? The last thing I remember is standing on the top of a cliff; there are three men. I am being held back by one of them. I can�t see his face. Mulder & Doggett are there. Suddenly Doggett falls to the ground, I hear a scream, and it�s not long before I realize it came from me. There it is again, that scream. I turn to look at Mulder; he is slipping, off the cliff. Again I hear a scream, & again it�s coming from me. I turn to face the man behind me, but before I can everything goes black.
Suddenly I hear the door open slightly, which brings me out of what I hope is just a bad dream. Now I hear footsteps�coming closer & closer. I stand up & wait. The light comes on. I still can�t see. I am blindfolded, & my hands are tied behind my back. I move quickly into the corner of the room. I wait again. I feel a wisp of cold breath on my neck as the figure moves closer. A hand, there is a hand on my neck, & another on my shirt. Finally, I find my voice. �Who are you? What are you doing to me? Where�s Mulder?� Though my persistent cries were useless. The figure persisted, taking its hands down my body to my hips. The figure stopped, got up, & walked out of the room, slamming the door as it did. I just hope I can get out of here before it decides to come back.