The Room

I'm in a room, but somebody is pounding on the door, I open it hesitantly. Outside I see men wearing bags, and ski masks, and clown faces. They're all holding hatchets, swords butcher knives, hammers and everything of the sorts. Their mouths are blade with blood dripping down but every mask is smiling. But they aren't after me, oh no. I'm standing in the crowd with my own mask and sword.