The Room

T.D. Nutt

The floor was cold and abrasive on her naked flesh. Mary woke dazed and tried to move, but her limbs refused to cooperate. Confused she glanced around the room in a blurry panic. The walls were dirty and had what looked like roots poking out at random spots. Mary stands and stumbles over to the wall.
She wipes the dirt away and discovers a brick wall.
She discovers it's wallpaper over a brick wall.
She discovers it's real dirt and she's underground.