Jay groaned as the florescent light of a bulb pierced his eyes . He lifted his head up from the table as his senses began to return to normal. Wiping the droll from his chin, still not completely awake ,he realized he was in the Security room. This woke him from his groggy state, with a start he looked around the room.

How did I get here ?

He recalled the incident that happened last night and he felt his skin tingle due to  goose bumps. 

Was that real ? It felt so real though 

He pondered about this in his head but couldn't find any logical explanation to the incident rather then the fact that he was dreaming,

Yeah, I was dreaming ,it was nothing but a stupid dream, I got it because I was watching these torture devices for too long

Jay told himself this multiple times till his nerves calmed down. He looked at the clock on the desk and it read 4'0'clock .His shift was over.

Smiling in relief he headed towards the door and stepped into the main part of the museum.

He moved past the torture devices and mannequins and towards the exit.  As he walked towards the exit though he felt as if someone was watching him from behind ,he turned around by saq no one but the mannequins.

Dismissing it as his imagination, he flung the door open and stepped outside.

The Sun hadn't risen yet but the color of the sky had changed to a Turkish blue, indicating that the sun was going to rise soon.

The clean crisp Autumn air surronded him causing him to  shudder a bit, it wasn't very cold but the temperature difference made from inside the museum made him a bit sensitive.

He walked through the cobblestone streets towards stone, looking around at the scenery, as a few early rises were taking a morning walk or opening there shops.

The peaceful atmosphere calmed him and ,pushed the dreadful  dream to a far corner of his mind. And he began to think that moving out of his parents home and getting a new job wasn't half as bad as he thought it would be.

Strangely feeling more energetic then ever he took the stairs rather then the light you his apartment on the third floor.

He opened the door to his apartment which still needed to be cleaned because it looked like it was struck by a tornado,  but he decided to clean it up later and rest abit. He walked to his bed and began talking of his shoes when he noticed something.

A strangr red mark was around his lower leg ,in the shape of a chain....