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I awoke with another sudden start. Then held my head as I felt dizzy with the room spinning. Although I managed to shake it off. I heard footsteps. I hopped out my bed once more. Then I listened to outside from the door. However when I did this it seemed quieter. Fainter. So then I turned around and realised the footsteps weren't from outside. It was from inside.
Images of the dead Lord invaded my mind. Desperately I scratched at the door along with pleads of help. Then I felt something grab my shoulder. Screaming now I grabbed whatever took hold of me and slammed its grip into the staircase, noticing a cry of agony and spewing blood although dismissed it, then throwing it down as the stair case fell upon it. Finally I managed to open the door and run out. I was free.
Then I tumbled down the stairs. The spiral staircase. Although on the second knock to the head I fell unconscious.
I woke up inside a cell. A grey, damp cell. In prisoners uniform. I ran to the bars and smashed them with my fists. "Officer! Officer!" I pleaded. A man then came along, inquisitive. "Why am I in here..? I was in a hotel and.." He silenced me. Then he spoke. "You killed the hotel's cleaner while he was cleaning your room. Your not coming out for a long time."
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