PLEASE STOP! I can’t take anymore – it’s THAT music – make it stop! It sends a shiver down my bony spine as it plays on and on. My eyes bulge as the opening title starts. I stare at her silhouette – incredibly sexy, calm and enticing whilst dancing in the flames. My eyes don’t shift from her as she invites me to come dance. I hesitantly refuse. I dare not move but I’m subtlety being drawn in to her world and that music still won’t stop!
Too late – I’ve been sucked into her world! Things have taken a sinister turn for the worse and I have choices to make.
I see the revolver spinning but I don’t want this game of Russian Roulette to drag on. I hope it will stop in my direction and … Bang! At least it will be over and done with and that music will stop. Typical of my luck, the revolver keeps on spinning. I reach for it to take matters into my own hands but it’s just out of reach.
Next I’m faced with a roulette wheel. I’m not a gambler – my limited gambling experience is based on watching ‘Play Your Cards Right’ on TV, screaming ‘Higher’ and ‘Lower’ as Bruce flipped the cards. Now I have a choice … Black or Red. I’m determined to put an end to the torturous music so I go for Black 13 – surely this must work! I fail to succeed again and I’m whisked off to view some tarot cards. Surely the end must the near but the torture continues as the cards keep rotating!
I’m then whisked past a collection of skulls and within a split second, the music stops … Phew!
All is calm. I’m not sure how I got here but I’m in a rather cosy living room next to a roaring fire. I know the man relaxing in the armchair by the fire – one of my favourite authors. I loved James and the Giant Peach!
I’m safe. I’m not sure what happened before but it’s all done and dusted now and I’m actually relieved to still be alive.
I’m confused as the man in the armchair starts talking mumbo jumbo. He has a sly look on his face but I ignore him and warm myself up in front of the roaring fire. The shiver down my spine slowly disappears as I get comfy in the serenity of this cosy room.
It’s not long before I’m being sucked into the flames of the roaring fire. My eyes bulge as the man in the armchair gets smaller in the distance. Then that music starts again. Her dancing silhouette … me not wanting to dance. I reach for the revolver but it’s still just out of reach. The roulette wheel … ‘Black 13 … Black 13’ I scream but it just keeps spinning. The same loop … I still don’t want to dance … I stretch harder to reach the revolver, but fail again. ‘Damn it Black 13’! The loop continues …
I get a glimpse of the man in the armchair in the distance. I beg him to please stop the music. He looks at me, smiles, leans back in his armchair, then and slowly nods off!