𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝

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I feel a cold breeze on my toes, it's abnormally cold, it's like my feet are in a bucket of ice. But I don't feel anything touching them, I sit up in my bed. I was already wide awake, I take a quick look around my room. My window is open, I remember my window being locked but I still run over to the side of my room where the window is and close it, I feel a cold hand grab my arm and pull me backwards, out my front door into the cold night. As soon as I catch my breath, I start to scream "Show yourself, there has to be an explanation as to why you just dragged me out of my house!", I see a figure of someone, but they have no face. I start to scream and run with my eyes closed, when I open them. I'm in this red and black tunnel that occasionally changes to white and red. The black and red remind me of-- I drop into a comfy bed, There is an alarm clock by the bed, it's the same time 7:00 am, I look around the room. It looks nothing like mine, it's about time for me to wake up, so I do. just because I'm very curious about what is going on here, I hear my mother talking in the other room. She is on the phone, but it's not her normal phone it's a landline? "Mom?", I say she looks like she got a perm and her appearance is very...unusual..., "Hold on honey I'm on the phone," she replies, if there is one thing I know about landlines is that privacy simply doesn't exist. So I look around the house to try and find another phone, I end up in the room I was plopped in, luckily there is a phone right on the dresser by a small mirror, it's a light blue rotary phone, my grandma had a vintage model of one of these so I know how it works. But I don't need to use that skill right now, so I just pick up the phone and listen, It sounds like her best friend, Gina. I look at myself in the small little mirror and realize what just happened to me. I'M TRAPPED IN THE '80s!