You decide it’s not a good idea to look into the cabinet. What if it’s filled with spiders? You shudder and start down the corridor again, but then you notice something strange. The corridor now appears to be stretching endlessly before you. You turned around to look for the door you came through at the start of the corridor and notice a long stretch of narrow space that was not there before.
You panic and start to run back where you came from, but the more you run, the longer the corridor seems to stretch. You don’t like this. You really do not like this. You want to get out of her but the house seems to want to keep you there forever. You try a door at random, but it’s locked. You try another door. Locked. Locked. Locked still. You shout for help, but know it’s useless. Who would hear you in such a place? You shout just the same, feeling the tears spring to your eyes; all you want is to get out, out, out…
“Hey. Hey. Wake up. Wake up.”
You bolt up in bed, shaking, your back damp with sweat. Your significant other sits next to you, looking concerned. They reach out and pet your arm soothingly, and you start to feel safe. You will your heart to calm down.
“Shhh, it’s okay. It was just a nightmare. Go back to sleep. I’m right here.”