The last time I lost consciousness like this, I awoke in a huge cold room that
At first it seemed like a constrictive coffin. A cold hand with sharp fingernails
grabbed my throat, and I remember hearing whispered voices decide my fate,
growing steadily more menacing until Peter’s voice broke through and pulled me
back into the warm comfort of my dorm room. A safe and welcome place, my
friends surrounded me—ready to do whatever they could to make things right.
It certainly wasn’t the case this time around.
“Welcome, Che-e-e-m-m-a-a!!”
The voice was inhumanly deep despite a thick Eastern European accent. It
rumbled through the dungeon-like room I found myself in. I tried to
determine what nationality the voice represented. Was it Romanian? Turkish?
Hungarian? Or, maybe it was the
