Nothing happened. No strange noises, no movements and no hallucinations. Darren was getting frustrated. "its got to have something to do with this place" he thought.
After 2 hours of silence, Darren attempted to get out of his chair. He couldn't move no matter how hard he tried. His lower half was fixed solid to the fabric of the chair and his back and arms felt like they were sewn in and formed part of the chair itself.
"Shiiiiiiiit, LET ME GO" Darren screamed as he struggled to free himself. After a few minutes of intense struggling, Darren resigned himself to his fate. Whatever was holding him like this would release him soon, he was sure of it. He calmed down and tried to focus on his familiar surroundings.
Two days and nights went by without incident. Darren remained steadfast to the chair. He had vomited twice from hunger and had wet himself four times. He cried like a small child with the knowledge he would probably die like this.
Towards the end of the second day and without warning, his TV came on. The background was a brilliant white but words and symbols in blood red filled the screen.
Those words were there, fortune, Prince and Death along with another set that stuck out and seemed to slap him repeatedly across his face. YOUR MOTHER.
Almost as quickly as his TV screen blackened, Darren fell asleep. He woke up on the following day and realised immediately that he was free of the chair. His mind focused on what had happened along with what he needed to do whilst he showered and changed.
His Mum was the key. He had to see her.
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