The day was not the best, you had no energy left for anything. You came home, had a shower and collapsed into bed, wanting to end the day with a good night's sleep. You lay there with your eyes closed, trying to find a comfortable position, tossing and turning from side to side. There was a growing buzzing in your ears and your head ached.

You sat up and opened your eyes to the oppressive darkness. You switched on the lamp and got out of bed.

Putting on your slippers, you walked to the door and opened it. There was a narrow corridor. The walls were in a terrible state, there were stains everywhere, rubbish and broken furniture covered in dust. You were frightened, not knowing where your flat had gone or what this corridor was. You closed the door and turned around, but your room also took on a different appearance, just like the corridor outside the door.

There was a sound in the silence. A scraping sound. It was coming from behind the door and getting closer by the moment. Fear enveloped you, you sat down in a corner and sought shelter. After a while, the door to the room opened and something entered. It was a man with a huge rusty metal pyramid on his head. His apron was covered in blood, making him look even more dangerous.