I'm at my grandfather's Bob's house, but it seems to be after he had passed away. I go into a dark room, as if to get something. But I'm unnerved by this picture, of a monkey or something, that is looking at me, glowering, watching every move I make, and making faces. Down on the floor are scattered shard of a mirror, one piece of which forms the rough shape of a gun.

Suddenly a cabinet falls open, as if it had a vertical door that just came unlatched, revealing some creature in the cabinet, like a deformed person all curled up just to fit. It looks directly at me and forms its mouth to make words or some hissing sound, although it remains silent. I run out of the room and back into the other bedroom, where some of my siblings are sleeping, and it seems the safest place to be.