Chained

A grimy, brown, rusted cabin presented itself as I stepped through the frame. This was immediately reassuring. I could handle dirt. A man with glasses was bent over a table that seemed to be displaying live feeds from security cameras. He spun a pen in his hand, and occasionally pressed at the videos, moving them or something. I took a step into the room, and his head shot up, staring right at me.

‘Um…hi,’ I said.

He slowly lowered his head, and I slid out past him, through another door. It was a hallway, with flickering lights emanating from the ceiling, though with no obvious source. I passed several doors, and then picked one at random. I twisted the handle, but it was locked. I decided I go to the end door, and when I peeked cautiously around the frame, the same hallway stared back me, identical to the one behind me.

Not just similar-looking. The same. I saw myself looking through the door at the end of the corridor. Slamming the door shut, I ran back down the corridor and opened the door I came through. Again, my head was obscured as I peered round a door.

‘Shit,’ I swore, and sat down.