The man wakes up in an unfamiliar beautiful room and cannot get where he is and who he is. He is alone on the bed in an empty room with the expensive pieces of furniture. His head is hurting, he is very thirsty, but he is too weak to ask for help and falls asleep. Next time he is awake, another man comes in a black classic suit with a glass of water and a gun. He starts asking questions the man on the bed – who he is and what he was doing. The man with the gun hits the prisoner every time he does not get the answers. However, little by little the memory starts to return. Pieces by pieces the injured man is beginning to remember what had happened before he was hit in the back of his head. Then he hears voices out the door that say they need answers in two days or… the man doesn’t want to think what will be then…Download Ebook Download AudioBook
The Locked Room by Peter Viney
I don’t know. I’m in a beautiful room in an old house. There’s a bed, an expensive chair, and a beautiful table. I can’t see anything from the window, only a green field. The sun is shining on the field. I can hear music, quiet music. It’s Mozart.
Why am I here?
I don’t know. My head is hurting. I can’t open the door, and I can’t open the window. I’m wearing grey trousers and a grey shirt. I’m not wearing any shoes. I’m hungry and I’m thirsty. There isn’t any food in the room. There isn’t a drink either. There’s a pen and some paper on the table. There isn’t anything on the paper.
Who am I?
I can’t remember. I can’t remember my name. I can’t remember anything. My head hurts a lot. I’m very tired. I’m going to sleep.
It’s morning. I’m on the bed. I’m wearing the grey clothes. I’m very hungry and very thirsty. I can hear music again, it’s the Mozart again. My head doesn’t hurt now, but I can’t remember my name. I can’t remember anything. I can hear someone. There’s someone outside the room. The door’s opening …
He’s in the room. He’s wearing black trousers and a black shirt. I don’t know him.
Man: Hello. How’s your head?
Me: My head? It’s OK. It doesn’t hurt now.
Me: Where am I?
Man: You don’t know?
Man: Are you thirsty?
Me: Yes, I’m hungry and thirsty.
Man: Drink this.
He’s got a glass in his hand. I drink from the glass… I’m very tired again. I’m going to sleep… What time is it?
My head’s hurting again. I’m on the bed, and the room is dark. I can’t hear music now. I’m going to turn on the light.
Now I can see. There’s a glass on the table. I’m thirsty again… I’m going to drink from the glass… Sleep! I’m going to sl…
Man: Wake up!
Me: What? My head …