The most terrible thing ever is waking up in a room you’ve never seen before, except for in your most terrifying nightmares. The blood trickles down my neck. I go to wipe it off, but I can’t. That’s when I realized that I’m chained to a chair.
A million thoughts race through my mind. A shadow, just a figure of pure fear creeps closer to me. My imagination begins to run wild. I wish I could scream out, why are you doing this, why the hell am I here, why me, but I become paralyzed with the thought that I’m going to die in this room. The shadow flicks on a light over my head. Once the light is on the shadow becomes a person.
He talks to me, but I’m distracted by the gory torsos of his past victims hanging from meat hooks behind him, swinging back and forth. He carefully walks over to a table next to me, almost as if he was a little boy on Christmas tip-toeing trying to catch a glimpse of Santa Clause. He picks up a hacksaw covered in blood. I prepare myself for what’s next…