As I paced around my new confusing environment for ten straight minutes, I did start to realize one thing— I was famished. Some food could help me think straight and come up with an escape plan, so I carefully treaded my way to the kitchen and opened the fridge.  

Plastic vegetables? A fake gallon of milk?

What kind of sick joke was this? Was this a doll house that I was trapped inside?! Why wasn’t the fridge even plugged in? I frantically started to test out all of the electronics in the house, and sure enough absolutely nothing worked. The stove didn’t light. The lights in the house were fixed to stay permanently on, every switch being rendered useless. There was no running water in any of the sinks. 

Ten more minutes had passed, as I desperately searched for any clues scattered throughout the three-story house. Nothing was found. I had to escape this place, or I was going to go insane.

I picked up a chair from the dining room table, and made my way over to the biggest of all the pane glass windows in the house, right in the heart of the living room on the second floor. It would have been a lot more sensible to try and escape out of the first floor, but oddly enough there were no windows on the first floor, so I had to settle for an Assisian’s Creed-esque escape out of the second floor. Chucking a chair through a giant window wasn’t too big of a task for me, but a thought had suddenly entered my mind.

“What if whatever’s outside of the house is worse than being trapped inside of it?”

It was either face the outside world, or die from eventual starvation. I took a few steps back for good measure, and I took off towards the window, hurling the chair through it at full speed. The result was exactly as I had hoped for, as the chair broke straight through the window, leaving large shards of glass all over the surrounding area. 

But as the chair went flying through the window, it was caught right in its tracks by the darkness that had enveloped the entire house. Straight down it plummeted to the first floor, crashing at the very bottom. I peeked my head out the window to see that a gigantic black tarp was indeed covering the entire exterior of the house.  Was I being quarantined? Was the house being prepped for some sort of fumigation?

Suddenly I was met with an unpleasant stench coming through from the outside air. It wasn’t exactly body odor, but it reeked of a hot and busy gym. There was the faint sound of uptempo electronic music, combined with giant thuds coming from what seemed like a miles away. As I looked down, the biggest clue had finally revealed itself to me, and I suddenly knew exactly where I was. 

Carpet.