Placing myself on an uncushioned chair I wait for my name to be called. In front of me a giant gun metal gray monster with huge jet black eyes, a wide mouth with teeth as sharp as a tigers' stands erect. The teeth look as though they could take a body and shred it into millions of tiny pieces, and then wait patiently for its next prey. I am not anxious to pass through this monster. Looking away from this horrible beast, my eyes begin to scan the room.
Children run about the frigid room, they dance with smiles on their faces.
Glancing down at the floor, millions of tiny dots seem to cover up the floor's dirt and grime. It is caked with spilled soda, dirt, grease, and candy. Amongst the laughter from the children, I hear a scream, then another. Looking around frantically I try to discover where it is coming from. It seems I am the only one who hears it.