The House 8

September 19th, 1939

I haven’t eaten for one day, but the food is the least important thing at the moment, I need water now! Nothing and nobody has appeared in the room, I’m nervous, Why? Why me? I’m a good person, a good man. I need water so I shout but nobody arrives. Now I’m going to sleep, to forget the water I need.

September 20th, 1939

I’ve woken up, I had water and food with me, I’ve eaten it and in one second the food has disappeared. I need to talk to someone, but I’m alone. Suddenly I listen  to something, a human voice, who can it be?

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