Post by nicholas on Dec 3, 2010 16:50:03 GMT -4
Nicholas Rey was driving his roofless Porsche down the empty country lanes. He was a nineteen year old typical guy. He'd been out to a party several miles out of town, he'd drunk a little, but wasn't intoxicated. It was the early hours of the morning, and so Nicholas had the roof down for the cold air to keep him awake.
Suddenly, the car spluttered to a halt. He got out, and poked around under the bonnet. He got back in the car and turned the key, it didn't even rev. Just a faint clicking sound as he turned it lifeless in the socket. Looking out of the window, he saw a large mansion on which there was a single window lit by the lights within.
"Well, it's worth a shot..." he thought to himself, approaching the house.
When he entered, he met a secretary. He guessed that this was some kind of business. "Hello, I'm looking for the owner of the building... Is there anywhere I can wait for him? I understand he'll be busy. A waiting room?"
The woman replied; "Well, we have a Weight Room."
Nicholas thought to himself 'Isn't that what I said? but replied "Yes, that will be good." out of politeness.
She gave him directions, and he headed up the stairs. By the looks of it, this "Wait Room" was the room where he'd seen the lights.
Approaching the door, he found, to his amusement, they had confused the word "Wait" with the word "Weight", and the sign on the door read "The Weight Room". He began to think this was a foreign business.
He opened the door and took a few steps forward. This didn't look like a waiting room at all. There was nothing in the room aside from a small table, on which was a small vial of pink liquid.
"Hello?" he called out, and then jumped as the door slammed behind him and he heard the sound of it locking.
Suddenly, the car spluttered to a halt. He got out, and poked around under the bonnet. He got back in the car and turned the key, it didn't even rev. Just a faint clicking sound as he turned it lifeless in the socket. Looking out of the window, he saw a large mansion on which there was a single window lit by the lights within.
"Well, it's worth a shot..." he thought to himself, approaching the house.
When he entered, he met a secretary. He guessed that this was some kind of business. "Hello, I'm looking for the owner of the building... Is there anywhere I can wait for him? I understand he'll be busy. A waiting room?"
The woman replied; "Well, we have a Weight Room."
Nicholas thought to himself 'Isn't that what I said? but replied "Yes, that will be good." out of politeness.
She gave him directions, and he headed up the stairs. By the looks of it, this "Wait Room" was the room where he'd seen the lights.
Approaching the door, he found, to his amusement, they had confused the word "Wait" with the word "Weight", and the sign on the door read "The Weight Room". He began to think this was a foreign business.
He opened the door and took a few steps forward. This didn't look like a waiting room at all. There was nothing in the room aside from a small table, on which was a small vial of pink liquid.
"Hello?" he called out, and then jumped as the door slammed behind him and he heard the sound of it locking.