The room was small with a tacky wallpaper and a single set of curtains. "A room for a window?" Johnny though puzzled.
Suddenly the knob started to turn, there was no lock, so whatever was on the other side it was about to enter. Johnny panicked and decided to escape through the window, he might be on a second, floor, naked during a storm, but he wasn't going to find out what a ghost wanted with him. He opened the curtains to find another door, identical than the other. He wouldn't have to jump off after all. He ran to the door but it wouldn't budge. Wait the handle was on the wrong side.
The door on the other side slammed and he heard the giggle again. Johnny was covered in cold sweat, this might be it for him, so he slowly turned around and saw... nothing but a reflection in a mirror. Where the other door was supposed to be now there was a mirror. Johnny saw himself in all his naked glory, included his shrunk boyhood.
"Well no monster at least, but I am trapped."
"Indeed you are." replied his reflection with another voice, or perhaps his own voice?
"Ahhhh!" Johnny screamed surprised, tried to force the door open, but to no avail.
The reflection giggled more and then it said. "Thank you for donating me your body. You don't know how long have we been cursed here."
"Cursed? We?" Johnny asked
"There are others." said the reflection, slowly clothes were fading into existence on the reflection, Johnny saw at himself, but he was still naked. "Enjoy my hell"
A loud grandfather clock sounded, and the door on Johnny's side opened. A hand, an enourmous hand grabbed his arm and pulled him out. It was day, the manor was lit up with sunlight, the person that grabbed him was...