I cry a lot. Most of the time there isn't a reason. Sometimes there is, but I lose it, and I just keep crying anyway...
I don't really know how long I've been in here. It's cold and dark. Kinda musty, too. I don't know why I'm in here, either. The door doesn't open very often. Sometimes, there's this little slot in it that does open and I get food through there. But it doesn't taste very good. It's always mushy or hard. No in-between.
Sometimes I see the Black Man. He stands outside the little window above the little slot and watches me. I'm usually crying. I don't know much about him...He's never spoken to me. Only watched. A few times the door has opened. But the Black Man doesn't do anything...Just stands there. Watching. He has shiny boots. They're black, that's why I call him the Black Man.
I've started to think that maybe the Black Man isn't real. Maybe he's just something my mind is making up from this horrible place. But sometimes, I think I can hear him laughing. At me, maybe?