From the blackness came a fear-inspiring, stomach-knotting,
bloodcurdling

BURP

Jacek froze. He stared into what must be a place of infinite night.

“Er… hello?”

“Eh?” came a drowsy sounding voice from somewhere not far off. Then a moan.

Jacek stood in his place for a moment, unsure of what to do next.

“Are you okay? Do you need any help?” he asked hesitantly.

A light flicked on like a beacon of hope in the strange sea of darkness. However, the fat red-faced figure in front of Jacek, if indeed representative of hope, clearly meant he was doomed.

“What a hangover!” the obese man blurted suddenly, “Gets me every time.” A small trail of drool burbled from the man’s mouth down his shirt. A small crop of hair sparsely covered the top of his head.

Jacek took a moment to figure out which one of his questions he most wanted an answer to.

“They let you have booze here?”

“Oh, sunny, that’s too simple. It’s all a trick. Just looky here now. Gets me every time.”

The light went out.