He woke in a gasp of fear, and was extremely relieved to find himself in his old bedroom at his house. It looked oddly dim though, and to his horror he looked in his mirror to see a large purple bruise forming on his head. He looked around more carefully this time, and noticed that this was almost an exact copy of his room. All his clothes were strewn on the floor, but he noticed they were in different places as were he had strewn them. His computer was at a different angle as he had left it and his chair was no longer under his desk but resting awkwardly against his wall. He stood up, and soon wished he hadn’t when he crumpled, his knee making a loud cracking noise and fiery pain jolting up his leg. He limped over to his door, and he noticed a flickering light from underneath it. He stood back from the door and looked at his knee. A large rip was in it and it was gushing blood freely. He decided to bandage it up, so he grabbed the underlay of his bed and tore it up into a long strip, which he then painfully tied around his cut. He could already see the blood seeping through but he ignored the agony and searched in his cabinets. Inside he found his ’stash’. There was 2 chocolate bars, 242 pounds and 32 pence and a hunting knife he had once stolen on a nightly escapade. He pulled on a hoodie and slid the chocolate bars and the money in his pocket, but he kept the hunting knife in his hand. He crept over to his window and hit it with the base of the knife. The glass shattered, but to his disbelief the image past the glass was an exact replica of the one he would have at his house. He touched it, and he could feel the cold metal instead of the cool night air. He grabbed a piece of jagged glass and slid it under the sole of his shoe, so as to not cut himself as he was walking, but easy to get out in case he lost his knife. He looked around his fake room for any more weapons, and when he was sure he was prepared, he slowly edged open the door.

What met him was a bare corridor with a ceiling light swinging and moving to its own accord. The floor was hard stone and the red stripy walls looked like something out of a horror movie. For it was not wallpaper that created the stripes, but blood splatter, and as he looked up he saw an arrangement of human toes, fingers, tongues and eyes spelling the sentence: