The Hooded Man

The house had what seemed like hundreds of rooms that led who knows where. I had no idea where I was going or what would happen to me here. Suddenly I turned towards a large door in the hallway. My arm swung out to open it without my consent and I opened the door. On the the other side was a large room that was bare except for a wooden table in the middle with a plate of grapes on it and a radio. The radio was playing jazz music. I didn't know what to make of the situation at all. I was feeling hungry so I decided to take some of the grapes. But then I realized I couldn't go over to the grapes I was standing in the room motionless as if waiting for something. 

Suddenly, a voice said, "you have finally arrived". I looked for the source of the voice and then realized it came from the corner. A hooded man stood up from the corner in which he was sitting. I couldn't believe I didnt see him earlier. He stretched out his hand to shake mine and I realized I had control of my movement again because I shook his hand of my own accord. I asked him the first thing that came to my head, "What is going on here?" ...

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