That night, Willow dreamed she was back in her family home. But everything was wrong - rooms were rearranged, chairs faced cracked walls, bare floorboards lay where thick carpets should have been.
The bell rang for dinner.
She found the dining hall, which was empty, cold and vast. Willow turned her chair to the table and waited, humming an odd song she had picked up from her parents.
A door that shouldn't have been there opened at the end of the hall and her friends from Anubis House entered. Each wore a black blindfold and no expression, and they walked slowly to the table where they sat and waited.
Willow's mother entered the room and set down a large silver platter piled with unappetising cuts of greyish meat. The bell rang again, from somewhere else in the house, and the others groped blindly in front of them, taking the gristly morsels in their hands, shoving them into their mouths, devouring the flesh like wild animals as the greasy juices ran down their chins. Willow shuddered at the grotesque display. As the platter emptied, she saw the swirling pattern from the corridor was etched into the base. What did it all mean?
She looked to her mother, who was no longer her mother at all, but a life-sized doll made in her image. One porcelain arm jerked upwards, pointing at the ceiling, and as she watched the pattern appeared there too, this time in blood that dripped onto the assembled diners. And in the centre of the pattern a single word formed -
PARADISE