Jimmy Ferrer

I stepped out of my bathroom and into my living room to find that the entire side of my house, which faced these people, was gone.

It was like my house was turned into a stage play for their entertainment.

Once I made this realization, some of them stood and began clapping, whirling their closed fists with woo-woo-woo noises.

The sight of these monsters captivated me long enough to not see the real danger of the situation I was in.

As I gathered enough courage to turn away from these things, I realized I could not see my yard through my window.

My bushes that came up halfway through my windowpane were gone.

I ran to the window to see that all I could see outside of my house were clouds and what had to be a thousand feet below my house.

Somehow, my house was miles in the air.

I gasped, and the crowd laughed again.

I had only counted to 2,000 in the time all of this had occurred, about 33 minutes.

I was barely passing the halfway mark.

1,600 seconds remained, about 27 minutes, and as time passed, more of the audience began to stand, no longer laughing.

watching me now with a predatory stare.

The unease between these stares and the laughing kept me scrambled.

Nothing pleased these monsters more than my panic.

I tried to get water from the sink or open my fridge to get something to eat.

No food, no water.

not even in the toilet or shower that stopped by itself as soon as I stepped out to get dressed.

This time felt like so much more than an hour.

It felt like weeks, months passing like this.