Aug. 27th 2013
I was with about twenty other people who were being held hostage in a large house with three levels. There were two very tall Caucasian women who were guarding us. Our captors were four large Muslim men. The men were resting in other rooms in the house. We, the hostages, were all sitting on the floor on the second level. I was a man.
It seemed as if two of the people were slated for extermination. The female guards began to lay out plastic sheets to catch the blood. They dragged two hostages over to sit on the sheets.
I don't know what compelled me, but I ran over, sat on the sheet with them, and began to sing the Islamic call to prayer. The guards didn't know what to do. Then, I began to recite some type of prayer or even possibly a spell in Arabic. One of the guards went to get one of the male captors. Now, they could not kill the two men on the sheet, and sent us back to sit in another room. They were angry and discussing what to do with me.
Then I decided we were going to escape. I told two women who were sitting next to me to follow me. We took off up the stairs. The house was in a Victorian style, and looked as if all the furnishings were vintage. There were Persian rugs on the floor all over the house.
We went out a window around the house in the backyard, and up a long flight of stairs along the side of the house. While climbing the stairs, I ran out of energy, and my legs weighed a ton each. I couldn't get up the stairs. The two women I was with kind of dragged me, and once up the stairs, we went under a wire fence and escaped. I woke up just as we were running away.