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I stumbled out into the light, only to find myself back in my bedroom. No, my childhood bedroom. 
Sunlight shone through the windows, illuminating the small room. I recognized the familiar dolls and stuffed animals younger me played with on the unmade bed. The cartoon stickers on the wall were there too, each the same as I remembered. 
This is not real, it couldn’t be. My family moved and sold this house years ago, this couldn’t be real.  I turned around, and good, the door was still there. I need to go back into the dark tunnels I had just come through, perhaps I could find the real way out.
When I opened the door though, the familiar hallways of my old house greeted me. There were sounds coming from the downstairs kitchen, voices, and the sizzling of a frying pan.
It’s just my mind playing tricks on me.
I cautiously went down the stairs, turning the corner expecting to see people in the kitchen. Except- there was no one. The previous sounds went away too, leaving the house again empty and silent.
I jumped at the sound of a door opening behind me.
“I just got two fish from the lake!”
That voice- it must be-
I turned and was met with empty space.
No one was there.