The walls fracture and separate like sideways smiles on death's skeletal face.

Splinter spew out, pelting me.

But they're not splinters for long.

As soon as they hit me, they transform into savage insects and crawl toward my face.

I swipe them off frantically as the room shakes and rumbles.

I run to a window, trying to look out at the street below.

Took all for help.

But another face greets me in the glass.

It's when I recognize, barely.

I see my own face there.

But it's rotting and discolored.

Folds of raw and bloody flesh hanging off my cheeks.

It's not real.

It can't be real.

There's a floor lamp in the corner of the room.

Big and solid enough to break the window with.

I grab it.

Careful not to glance too long into the black wall, opening in the nearby wall.

As I run with the gold-colored lamp in my hands,

the thinly-carved floor surges beneath my feet, sending me sprung.

The lamp's pale shade crumbles.

The bulb shattering as it hits the floor.

...