FIVE: ESCAPE
A shaft of morning light crept into the room as Blott opened his eyes. For a moment, he stared at dust particles as they glittered in the air. It was only when his mind began to focus that he remembered the living hell he had experienced the previous night.
“Ugh,” he mumbled. Then, “Oh!” He shot out of bed, trailing a tangle of linen behind him.
Rubbing his eyes, he glanced around the room. He didn’t find what he had expected. Everywhere was clean. The horrific gore splatters that had covered the wall and the bed’s headboard like a murder scene were as pristine as before he had got into bed. The only signs of grime were caused by candle smoke, and they had been ingrained long ago. As for the bed and the surrounding floorboards, there were no signs that there had been any co
