Suddenly Spencer jolted awake from unconsciousness. As he looked around in confusion he asked himself out loud, “Why does my head hurt so much?” As Spencer attempted to get up from the chair he was held down. Upon looking at his hands and feet he soon realized he was tied down to the chair. “What the hell?! Wait… where am I?” Spencer looked around noticing a few cracks of light beaming into the room. “Hello! Is anyone there?” he said.

In a state of panic, Spencer began to rethink everything since he was last awake. His thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of a voice coming from upstairs. “I have my newest capture, Spencer Adams, sleeping downstairs.” stated his captor, Mortimer. “Will he be our meal at next week’s dinner? My mouth is salivating at the thought of sampling him,” replied the female voice. “Yes, I will begin to prepare him when he awakes from his sedated slumber. Until then I shall dream of what it will be like to taste his flesh,” laughed Mortimer. “Can we see him now?” replied the female voice. “I’ll show you a picture of him. I do not want to see him until he awakes. I want to be excited when I see the fear in his eyes. Watching his sleeping body is no fun” laughed Mortimer. “HAHA I agree,” laughed the female voice.

As their voices faded away into a different part of the house, Spencer trembled in fear. He was captured by Mortimer…. Mortimer the Cannibal. He knew there was only so little time to escape so he began to think. “I need to get out of this rope first.” He soon untied himself and looked around, noticing blood splattered on the walls. He soon found a light switch and fearfully tuned on the light. As he looked around the dimly lit basement he was horrified. What he saw left him in shock. Other than the blood splats and body parts on the floor, there was a board on the wall adjacent to him.

The board was full of pictures of Spencer, pictures from his social media to pictures secretly taken of him. Mortimer had been stalking Spencer this entire time. “How am I going to get out of here?” questioned Spencer. As he looked around he saw a small barely open window to slip himself through. He moved the chair close to the window to stand up on it. As he put his upper body through the window he was interrupted by the sound of Mortimer coming down the stairs. “Oh, Spencer Adams, are you awake yet?”

Spencer’s body jolted up from the bed. Out of breath and in a state of utter panic he breathed out “It was a dream, it was just a dream.” His panic was soon interrupted by a foreign voice saying, “Oh, Spencer Adams, are you awake yet?”

His dreams had become reality.