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I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.

I screamed and tossed it across the room. The sound of it falling echoed around, followed by silence. It was eerily quiet, I could hear myself breathe. Harsh intakes and prolonged exhales. I collected myself and tried paying attention to the surroundings.


It was dark, faintly lit by the soft moonlight which seemed to gleam in through a window behind me. My eyes slowly accommodated to the low light. One by one, things around me appeared,...