She sat across from me on a rickety wooden chair flicking her pocket knife open and closed. Suddenly, she stood and for a moment I saw the flicker of another face on her own. A face torn and bloodied from that dream long ago. Her eyes turned black and she dragged the knife along my throat and whispered, "Tell me what hell's like." The darkness enveloped me, then, I was back in the shadowy basement from moments before, yet it was different. I now stood above a girl tied to a chair with her throat slit. I looked at the bloody knife in my hand in horror when the dead girl opened her eyes and spoke, "You're the monster you search for." I blinked and once again saw her lifeless body before me, and suddenly remembered the ruined face one again. Although, I now knew, it was never a dream.