The White Room

"Claude!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Claude!" I don't know how long I've been here or how long I had been asleep, I still was unsure where exactly I was. All I knew was that Claude called this place the white room, I haven't heard that name in a very long time. My grandfather used to tell me stories about a place they called the white room, people would take werewolves and run experiments on them, but none were seen again. And if this is where I am, that the stories from my grandfather are true then I'm in trouble. "Claude Theriot!"

"I hear you cher, I was coming!" Claude announced as he opened the metal door holding a tray full of food. "I know you must be hungry yeah, don't you worry your pretty little head I got everything you want. I fixed you up right, grits, sausage, biscuits, honey, and milk," He smiled brightly as I saw two missing teeth and an unkempt beard. He put the tray on the floor near my feet as there wasn't much in the room except a bare mattress on the floor