"He's there, standing in the doorway. Seven foot tall, a face hidden beneath a mask of stretched, rotting skin. He isn't saying anything. He's just watching me, his head cocked to one side as though judging me. I pulled on the restraints but they didn't budge. I was trapped. I was his prisoner. I asked him what he wanted but he just repeated my sentence in a childish voice. I asked him for a second time and, for a second time, he repeated me. When I screamed, he screamed, raising his hands to his ears and closing his eyes as though my panicked yelling scared him. Who is he? What does he want with me? I begged for him to let me go and he responded by repeating me - again - word for word. Frustrated I started screaming. He turned and ran from the room. He didn't go far though. I can hear him out there. I can hear his heavy, wheezy breathing. A couple of seconds went by and he stuck his head around the corner. He didn't move from that spot. He just stood there, watching me once more."