Jameson Jackson & an Empty Household

2. Discovery

When he woke up again, his stomach was rumbling. He lazy reached for the lamp and turned it on. He ducked his head under the duvet as light filled the room. He counted to ten and then, ever so slowly, peaked out from his warm haven.

The room was covered in a soft yellow glow. Jameson went to check the time then realized there was no alarm clock on the nightstand. In fact, there was nothing on it except for the lamp.

Jameson sat up and looked around the room. It was the same room as earlier. 'I guess it really wasn't a dream...' , Jameson thought to himself. He sighed as he stood up, might as well make the best of it while he can.

He made his way to the last door, the one he didn't open earlier. He took a deep breath in and opened it. He let out a sigh and looked down the hallway. It looked pretty small and was lit up by the windows at the ends of the hallway. He began to wander down the hallway. Surely, there was a way down to the front desk?

He quickly found a staircase and went down them. On his left, there was a hallway and, to his right, there was a room. Jameson walked into the room and froze.

The room looked reminded him of his childhood house, specifically the living room. The only difference was that this room was bigger and a kitchen area was open to it. It was that moment that Jameson realized he wasn't in a hotel. He was in someone's house.

Jameson jogged to the front door and threw it open. He flinched at the brightness of the outside world. As his eyes adjusted, he stared at all the rundown houses nearby, stretching as far as he could see down the road.

Nothing looked familiar to him. He felt himself fall to his knees, his eyes watering. Where am I? Why am I here?

Jameson felt the world slip away before it became pitch black.