Where is the Thrill?

I open my eyes to see nothing. Absolutely nothing. I didn't understand it. Why is there nothing in the room. It was pitch black with the moon lighting my disappointment. "I don't understand..." I look around. I feel like something is missing, but I don't know why. I can't understand a single thing in this room. I sit on the floor. "This doesn't make sense. The door shut, as if I were to be locked in with something... Or maybe the door actually has to be shut." I get up and walk over to the door. I open the door, grab the stick and put my foot in it's place. I take off my suspenders and wrap it around the handle. I Then wrap the other part of the suspenders to a hook I found on the floor. Then I shut the door. The door was closed but I could still open it because it can't lock. There was still silence. "Oh come on! I'm waiting to be scared, almost eaten alive! Where's the thrill!?" I feel a gust of wind and a voice. "There shall not be a thrill for you are not deserving of it. You have not done any wrong." I look back. "What do mean 'I have not done anything wrong?' I have killed children, I have experimented on them. I have tortured and hurt many live!" There was a touch on my shoulders. I turn around and see...