Welcome to Creep's Cast.

I was forced to watch 10 people trapped inside a room, written by Trash Tia.

I didn't remember anything before the white Rome. Just the sterile smell of bleach and the gentle hum of a fan.

I awoke on ice-cold floor tiles, face down in a puddle of my own drool.

I remembered my name instantly.

I was Mary. I was 38 years old, but that was it. I had no idea

who I was or where I had come from. The room was dark white and clinical, with four TV screens

in front of me. The screens were old, the kind from my childhood,

with a built-in VCR, chunky and box-like.

When I woke up, they were on standby,

static prickling across the glass.

I demanded where I was, my mouth filled with rotten, tasty neck.

Silence.

The buzzing lights above flickered off, leaving me in the dark, disoriented, and I guess,

forced to look at the four screens.

Below them sat a small glass table with a steaming cup of coffee and a single cookie.

For a while I was too scared to move.

I sat on my knees trying to remember anything about my life.

But like broken puzzle pieces I had come apart, unraveling, left only with my name and age.

Was I suffering from memory loss?

I checked myself over, testing for a head injury.

I knew exactly how to perform health checks, almost obsessively checking for concussions.

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