I was in a huge abandoned swimming house that had fallen to decay and ruin. There was an old man there who lived upstairs. I lived downstairs, and so did John.

About a week after we moved in, the old man came down and asked us for some help. I didn't like or trust him, but not enough to turn him down when I had backup in the form of John. We helped him and it was quick and easy.

A few days later, he came down again. Again I got a bad feeling about it. I knew that the last time had gone just fine, but I suspected he might have just cleverly set up that first time in order to make us feel more comfortable around him. I agreed to help him if I could. John was busy, so I went alone.

He led me further and further up the stairs, further and further away from the main flow of traffic in the building (which was already sparse). I grew very suspicious. I asked him where we were going. He just turned around and smiled bemusedly, mumbling a bit before continuing on.

I saw a woman start to pass by on our right in a business suit, heading in the opposite direction. She was my career. I had a feeling she would be the last person that I saw before being completely secluded and alone with this strange old character ( a part of myself I was ready to renounce and let go of).

Loud and clear I said "No, where are we going? Tell me now or I won't follow you anymore."

He said it was "just around the corner... just around the way..don't worry, come on....no problem...just around the way..."

I yelled "No way, I'm not following you anywhere!" as I turned and ran down the stairs as fast as I could, flakey paint falling off the walls and rails behind me. I ran straight to John to grab him and evacuate the building.

I knew the old man was twisted, I could feel it. I turned the corner to where he had been but I was late. I found John shot and slumped over in the doorway. I stopped just short of the door, knowing the old man must be in the room waiting.

I knew he had shot John in the doorway in order to bait me into rushing to check on John, which would reveal my position and leave me prone. I realized I would have to take out the demented old man before being able to get John to safety. I became readied. I saw the old man's shadow rushing towards me from within the room, and then...

I woke up.