imagine your self in a room. picture it a room with a light bulb on the ceiling dangling by a power cord flowing with energy like blood flowing through veins. But there is more to this room you see that in the room there are school desks many of them the metal and wood ones about 35 topped over and piled on top of each other unorganized and not neat. you gaze at them and the smell old iron fills your nose you finally realize that this is no room it is a class room. old and aged and dusty as if it wasnt touched by hands or wind. it is quiet it is more than quiet its the type of silence that is not peaceful the type of silence that replaces noise with just the sound of your beating heart. it is cold as you stand there for a few minutes its so cold your breath turns to vapor in front of you you look up at the light bulb and notice it is gently swinging no noise as it swings it covers one part of the room and darkens the other part a type of visual pendulum the light bulb for 5 brief seconds goes out like blood flow being stopped you wait the 5 seconds but fear sets in and feels like hours have passed. the light bulb goes back on its no longer swinging buts something is different about the room the desks are no longer piled but rather neatly placed on the floor in rows like how a class room should be things seem fine for a few moments before you discover a disturbing sight there is a chalk board on it is a picture of a tall figure wearing a suit with no facial features you stare for 3 seconds before the light bulb shuts off again your heart beat becomes audible for 3 more seconds before the light bulb turns back on you are disturbed to see that now the seats are filled with manequins wearing suits you are scared your heart races you walk looking for an exit but realize there are no doors or windows you are imprisoned in a plaster cell you begin to pant and look back at the the white plastic figures and to your horror there are no more desk but only manequins -continued→