Its 4AM and the street light outside his window is shining way too much.
Weird though, he thought he'd closed the curtains.
Its chilly too, when did he open the window?
He hates having the window open.
Going to close the window, his feet touch something warm and wet.
Looking down he sees the floor covered in meat of some kind.
Shrieking he runs backwards, scrambling for the door only to find it gone.
The best option seems to be climbing back onto the bed and trying to sleep
away this nightmare.
This is quickly foiled as he finds his feet stuck in the meat.
The meat then begins to dissolve.
Underneath is a black, reflective surface.
He can see his reflection.
It is grinning and holding his mother's head.
She laughs.
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