[ WP ] Young Jonathan has been locked in his room for two years . Arguments through the walls and scraps left by random men connected him to the outside world . After an evening of screaming and ungodly noises last week , it has been quiet . A cookie has been slid under his door each morning since .

Jonathan sat in the corner of his room, the sound of silence ringing in his ears. He hated the arguing of the men and the awful scraps of food they left for him. It was n't enough. Seven days after the sounds and screaming stopped, he realized that the only thing he hated more was the hallucinations that his mind created to fill the void. Like a conditioned animal, he craved the single event that took place at precisely 7:00am every morning on the other side of his metal door. Something alive, something *real* slid a cookie under the door to keep him nourished. 
 
 The first cookie to slide under his door left a trail of blood in its path. From the crack underneath the door frame to the middle of the room, the streak dried. The next day, a similar cookie slid underneath the door, this time relatively clean. He hastily took a bite, savoring its taste after remembering the previous day's surprise. It was delicious. 
 
 On the third day, Jonathan waited with his eye pressed to the sliver of light emitting from the crack beneath the door. When the gift came, all light from the crack disappeared. In the darkness a massive form covered the doorway, blocking his visibility. Jonathan recoiled. As he worked up the courage to open his eyes, the crushed remains of a cookie lay before him. He stared forward as if considering whether or not he would consume his one meal today. Upon reaching out to touch it, blood began to flow from the dessert towards him. He greedily swallowed the treat and retreated to his corner. 
 
 The fourth morning, Jonathan awoke to the sound of footsteps coming from out in the hallway. He looked at the clock on his wall. 6:58am. Placing his right eye to the crack and closing his left, he salivated as sound of footsteps drew closer and stopped before him. The clock struck 7:00. 
 
... 
 
 The man looked down at the crack beneath the door where he could hear the thing breathing, casting droplets of condensation onto his boot. he carefully removed a thick slab of meat from a transparent bag and placed it beneath the door. The thick metal shook as it was devoured immediately. As he left, the man spoke into his watch. 
 
 `` Day four since containment breach. Three more have died from their injuries. They have become an additional food supply for our creation. Only two things are certain. 
 
 *It still thinks it's a child, and eventually we are going to run out of ways to feed it. `` *
