Day 35

You walk through your front door and into somewhere else.
It is not your home.
It seems to be backstage somewhere.
You vaguely hear a mixture of cheering followed by screaming followed
by the sound of something being torn apart.

You see other people around you practising.
From their costumes they seem to be performers of sorts.
You look at your own clothes and they too have changed.

Curious you head to the side of the stage where a child recites poetry.
The lights are too bright to see the audience but you hear them growl.
The child looks terrified but not for long.
The front row of the audience leap onto the stage and maul him.
The rest of the audience cheers.

A tap on your shoulder signifies you as next.
You are pushed forward as fear renders you frozen.
When you reach the centre of the stage you are pushed again but
you slip on the bloodied stage floor.
The audience catch you.

Curtains fall.