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hide and hope it would all go away, part of me was becoming angry and frustrated. Was this a puzzle and I was missing a piece? How for example did my mattress remain here? Why was it here at all? Why was I here? What was going on? I tortured myself for a long time during that waking period. I kept worrying away at questions to which I had no answer and couldn't possibly know the answer yet I persevered despite the mental torture. I did avoid thinking about the presence I felt. I kept that part of the experience well out of sight at the back of my mind trying very hard to persuade myself that it was my mind playing tricks on me as it had done when I was a child and saw monsters in shadows in bed at night. Children so easily see things that aren't there as their minds make sense of what is around them and I felt I was like a child in  dark bedroom trying to make sense of what I felt around me. I was pretty sure it was all in my mind.
    I felt the need to stand up and stretch. I ran my hands through my hair.
    The sense of not being alone returned with a vengeance. No matter how much I tried to convince myself it was a figment of imagination I failed. It felt very very real. I was being hounded again. I needed to move.
    Somewhere something snapped, now I am not sure if it was an audible snap or just a mental one. I started to scream and run blindly, spinning, rolling, obscenities pouring out of my mind I was attacking the force that was around me with everything I could muster in my armoury, I lost all sense of intelligence or mind control of any sort. I was reduced to little more than a screaming hounded animal. I think everything I had poured out of me in anger and fear until at last there was nothing. The feeling of the presence was just as real but it had neither receded not advanced during this verbal and mental assault. Rather as I lay on the ground with my energy expended, panting for breath, it felt as though it had simply absorbed  it all or perhaps more accurately a feeling that it had been like blotting paper simply soaking it all up.
    A sense of calmness came with the exhaustion that filled my entire body. I felt empty and drained and not  a lot better to be honest. I was however thirsty beyond anything I had known in my life. I felt close to death and longed for cool, cool water to flow over me and into me and rehydrate me.
    I was lying on the sloping side and my head was upwards and the noise was like music to my ears. I heard the sound of water trickling and moving all around me. Water touched my lips gently and I opened my mouth and let it flow in to my body, the flow increased and I luxuriated in the water flowing over my head and body, oblivious to my soaking pyjamas I rejoiced in this mercy of water.
    I was sated and still the water tumbled and fell over my body and I rolled on to my back and let it hit my head and cleanse me. I luxuriated in this for some time before I realised that not only was the noise increasing but also the volume of water. I felt myself begin to be lifted by the water and start to slide down the slope. Instinctively I fought against this and began to struggle up the slope towards the ledge. I had my hand on the ledge and pulled myself up with difficulty to a sitting position. For a moment I was relieved and felt myself safe from what was fast becoming a torrent of water pouring out from the small holes I had felt just below the ledge  on my earlier explorations. I noticed as my legs dangled over the edge that the water was not only rising but beginning to swirl. None of this made sense to me as I thought there is a big hole at the bottom of this place surely the water must be pouring away then I realised it must be have a solid bottom but quickly dismissed that idea as I couldn't then account for the swirling motion that could only be accommodated by an open hole. You may well ask how was able under such circumstances to think such thoughts, was I not panicked by the water and the