I lay on the bed looking up at the single light bulb hanging from the ceiling, swinging back and forth. It is creating shadows on the wall. The ceiling fan is spinning, creating a light breeze that would make me feel calm but causes my head to spin. I feel isolated and alone. How did I get here? This room feels cold with no color to the walls. I need to get up and walk around. There is a single window, but no light coming through. Everything is dark, and then I hear a voice of desperation.

”No, please don’t”, I cover my ears. I’ve heard these voices before. I tell them to stop, and then a kindly elderly voice says, “Just be calm, it will be alright.” I begin to relax and pace in the room and then notice a door I hadn’t seen before and open it. It is a closet. The light bulb above turns on, and I begin to look around. I’m not sure why, but I need to see what is in here.

The shelves are packed with boxes. I pull a box off and find photo albums inside. I wonder whose photos are and open one up. I’m sure the look on my face is one of amazement as I find pictures of myself and my family. Multiple photos of my parents and myself on the many family trips we had been on in the past. I smile when I see a photo of my wife and myself with my daughter, but also feel sad because she passed away from cancer when she was five. A tear rolls down my cheek. I think to myself, _Why are my photos here in this closet? And_ then I hear the panicked voice of the woman again.

”I promise I won’t tell”, and then I hear a scream. I cover my ears again, and the kindly woman is back. “It’s okay, just keep looking at the photos.” Her voice is kind and seems very familiar. It soothes me, and I sit down on the floor and continue to look through the photos. The memories make me happy and seem to drown out the other voice of the woman. I begin to wonder if I’m going mad and how did I get here. I don’t remember coming here, or did someone bring me here? And why the voices?

I get up and walk out into the room feeling comforted but confused; and then I notice another door I hadn’t before. I try to open it, but it is locked, and I begin to panic and scream out “Why am I here?!”, to no one. I begin to pound on the door and yell “Let me out now, I demand to know why I’m here.”, and that is when I hear a grumbly voice, and I step back afraid of what is on the other side of the door.

“You don’t want to come out here. You don’t need to see this, or maybe you should.” Then the kindly lady says, “No, he doesn’t need to see this.”. The two people seem to argue back and forth when the door unlocks, and the door opens just a little bit. The room is quiet now, and no one speaks.

I hesitate for a moment; maybe I don’t want to see what is on the other side of the door. _Should I take the old lady’s advice? _I think to myself and walk slowly around the room. I say, “Please tell me what I should do.”, I hope the older lady responds, but instead, it is the man: “Go ahead and see what we’ve done.” I wonder who we is; am I involved in something that I don’t want to be? I move closer to the door but hesitate for a second and pull the door open slowly. Then there is a bright flash of light.

Lying before me is a beautiful young woman who appears to be lying in a pool of her own blood, motionless. I scream and look around. I’m in a bedroom by myself and hear the man say in a mocking voice, “See what we’ve done, now you need to clean up the mess, and you better do it quick. The police are on the way; the old lady called.” I screamed, “Oh no, it happened again.”