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Close your eyes. Don't. A man stands in the doorway. He's dressed in a black suit and tie, a bowler on his head, hands straight at his side. The room is completely dark except for a sole lamp to the left of the man, just inside the door. His face is still not visible. The pin-up girl hanging on his shoulder is, though. Straight from the posters. A song is playing. From a phonograph. The man steps into the room and the doorway behind him melts away. With it, the lamp. The phonograph continues to play, echoing light into the room. There are no windows but there is a closet door. Behind the door is a window. But the door is locked. A slug crawls across the floor, leaving slime behind. He's faster than a slug should be. Squinting makes it seem like the slug is writing something on the floor. Un-english. The man gets closer. He is a heavy breather. The phonograph continues to play. A fly buzzes. Slug crawls. Man breathes. Pin-up girl giggles. Phonograph plays. Fly buzzes. Slug crawls. Man breathes. Girl giggles. Phonograph plays. Phonograph plays. Fly. Slug. Phonograph. Man. Girl. Fly. Phonograph. Slug. Fly. Man. Girl. Slug. Phonograph. Scream. Scream. Scream.