The Other

Prologue
Tomos Dover - Room 2 - Tuesday morning- Day 1 - 5:00 am

"...wake up..." There shouldn't be anybody here, "come on rise and shine..." I live alone, there isn't anybody here, "I know you can hear me-" This must be a dream, "-Tomos."

The hum of the television is the first discernible sound that hits my ears as I open my eyes, the old VCR is rewinding a tape. The room is still the same room I wake up to every morning, a four by eight meter flat with an almost empty interior, a few boxes of belongings are still packed in the corner coated in a fine layer of dust.

My head hurts, what time is it? The clock blinks 5:01, almost an hour before my alarm is meant to go off. I sigh and close my eyes when suddenly the VCR clicks, it must have finished rewinding... my eyes flash open again-

The strangely familiar voice fills the room once again "Wake up, come on rise and shine. I know you can hear me Tomos," I feel my heart leap in my chest, the VCR shouldn't be working. I knew what was wrong with it but I never bothered fixing it, "This is a prerecorded message so I'll assume you can hear this, if not the message will repeat-" the next realization that dawns on me is not the fact that somebody must have broken into my flat, or that they recorded me a message, "-and repeat and repeat and repeat until you get off your pathetic ass and turn it off!" The thing that shakes me to the core with terror-

-Is that the person I'm seeing sitting before my eyes-

- is me.

"Now that I have your attention let's begin..." The figure on the screen begins to smile inhumanly "I've been a very bad boy..."