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When Oliver opened his eyes, he soon realized that he was in a house he hadn’t been before. The room was so small and dark. There was only one window and only several rays of sunshine came in. He was terrified. Oliver was sitting on the chair with his arms tied. A few minutes later the young journalist heard footsteps behind the door.
“Did you miss me?” asked the bald man with a grin on his face.
“Who are you and what do you need ?” shouted Oliver.
The man didn't answer. He just left. It was a great opportunity for Oliver to escape alive.
He remembered his dad’s Zippo in his back pocket. ''He hasn’t even checked my pockets. Old fool,'' Oliver thought. He tried to burn the rope his arms were tied with. Unfortunately, the Zippo fell down and Olive couldn't reach it. He got upset...
'' I won't escape from this room and the weird visions will come back...'' quietly whispered Oliver.
However, the journalist didn't give up. He decided to try rubbing the rope to make it tear. Finally, he succeeded to loosen his arms. Oliver attempted to open the door, but it was closed from the outside. Then he grabbed the chair he was sitting on, went to the window and looked around. There were no people or other houses around. He