What I Shouldn’t Talk About

“The hall was empty; there wasn’t a soul in sight. Then I heard a strange sound like some animal whining in the distance. Most likely it was a cat or rat because that was the sort of dormitory I was in. It came from one the rooms in the back. But by then the sound had changed in something completely different. I stood behind one of the closed doors, from where I could hear the whining sound better. It was more frightening and terrifying than the sound like a scream tearing through the night. That would only last for a short while, whereas this sound was a continuous cry of pain and suffering. Holding my breath and carefully moving, I turned the door handle. There’s something about him that’s keeping me from getting closer. As if he had leprosy, his touch and even his immediate vicinity was infectious.“