That evening you research what had grabbed you by the neck, you open Wikapidia and see that it's name is Leatherface from the American horror film: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. You are horrified. Surely this couldn't be real. No way. What about the people living in the town? You have to warn everyone about Leatherface... unless... none of this... is real... are you just imagining. After you had finished researching, you settle down in your cosy blanket and watch TV. Everything is on there until... you can't press anything on the buttons, you are unable to move, your head is feeling dizzy and then suddenly. A message. On the TV. No film or anything, just blackness. The message starts up. You hear a chainsaw. Then "your not safe from me. Nobody is". Then a crackle and then silence. 'Knock, knock' goes the front door. You slowly get out of your blanket. Walking over to the door, you dread who might be knocking. Nobody knocks at this time of the night. You carefully open the door. No one is there. "Hello?" you shout, terrified. Suddenly, a slam makes you jump... "Hell...o?" you ask. You turn round to see the back door is swinging loose on its hinges. It makes high pitch noises and it swings back and forth. Cold air is whisked through the house. Whispers of death can be heard. You go to close it, but something grabs you by the hand and pulls you down into your dark and musty smelling basement. "Leatherface?" you stumble for words, so frightened of what was going to happen next. You thought tonight was going to be a safe night. All cosy in your fluffy, winter blanket. But it is not. It means the death night. The night you have to find a way out or you will die. Nothing answers when you call out "Leatherface or whoever you are". You reach for a baseball bat, on the rusty table. You suddenly feel more brave and able to defeat yourself. You throw the baseball bat on the floor, you have heard the door in the basement locking. You run up the crooked stairs and bang on the door as hard as you can. There is no light. It is upstairs next to the door. You grab your baseball bat and bang on the lock as hard as possible. It breaks loose. You sprint through the door, leaving the baseball bat to roll down the stairs and make an almighty crash at the bottom. When you reach the top, everything is back to normal. You just decide to go up to bed. But before you do that, you have to lock ALL of the doors in the house. Doesn't matter how big or small they are, they all need to be locked. You pull open the draw that has all the keys in. You take very single one of them and lock all of the doors. Once you think you are safe, you tumble up the stairs and into your bed. The owls 'twitawoooo' you to sleep, making you feel comfortable and safe. 

'Tweet, tweet' the birds outside wake you up. You go downstairs to make sure all of the doors are still locked. They are. You check down in the basement. The bat is where it was before you picked it up. 'Weird' you think to yourself. You go into the kitchen and get a bowl out. Then you pour the rest of the cornflakes into the bowl. To finish off, you get the milk out of the fridge and put it into your cornflakes. Just as you go to sit down and watch TV. There is a knock at the door. You do the same again. Cautiously open the door. But it is only one of the neighbours. They start complaining about all the slamming and crashing in your house last night. You tell them about Leatherface and they just reply that Leatherface is only in THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE. You just smile and then close the door. You made a right idiot of yourself last night. Just as you turn to leave, there is another knock at the door. You open it. There is a lot of people dressed in the same uniform. On the t-shirt, at the top left hand corner, is a logo. It says 'INSTITUTE FOR INSANE PEOPLE'. This didn't look very promising to you. "Hi" you mumble, trying to sound as friendly as possible. "We are taking you for trials at the INTITUTE FOR INSANE PEOPLE. One of your neighbours called telling us that you think you saw Leatherface last night and that they think you are going Insane". This couldn't be right. "I saw what I clearly saw last night" you stand brave and try to prove them wrong. "I'm sorry sir but you will still have to come with us". They tell you. You get bundled into a big van. As the men drive it away, you take one last sad look at your house. "Don't worry. If we HAVE to keep you here, we will let you come back for your stuff. But we will escort you so you don't take any diversions" they say. You nod in agree, but somehow this doesn't seem right to you. Maybe you are insane and didn't see Leatherface last night. When the van finally stops, you are taken into the building. There are scarred and rotten patients there and they try to grab at you. But the guards hold them back. You are taken into a room and they ask you lots of different things. When you eventually come out, they tell you that this is your home for the rest of your life. You ask them if you can go back home and get your stuff. Suddenly, remembering what they had said, you ask whether they could escort you. You are trying your hardest to be polite. As you get bundled back into the van, you hold back tears, knowing this will be your home forever and with these violent people. You are never violent, just imagine things. You grab your stuff and run back to the van. You go to get in and turn round to see two Leatherfaces. They lock you in the van, leaving all of your stuff behind. Is this real or are you truly going Insane?