I couldn’t tell what was real. What was reality. I kept switching back in between the two. One minute I’d be back in the torture room. The next Lansing was leaning over me. But which one was which? Only God knew. Only God. He was always constant. Always there. He never moved or wandered. Why did everything else have to?
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Mystery / ThrillerA dense fog surrounded me, confusing my senses. Suddenly, it cleared and a room solidified in my sight. Confusion swept over me. At this rate, it was becoming my new best friend. My gaze swept around the room, landing on a door that had materialized...
