Started off in a crowd of people watching security escorting a figure into a building. The figure was supposedly Bin Laden. He had the right height, but was wrapped head-to-toe in a red cloth, so I could only be suspicious. I was with four other people responsible for security of the building he was being kept in. The building was a fairly modern bungalow, with just a single room for the interior, with a metal cubicle up against one of the walls. The cubicle has solid metal walls with a small gap at the top. This heightened my suspicion of conspiracy, I’d expect to see the top of such a tall person’s head in this gap, though maybe he was just sat down. A feeling of pure evil radiated form the cubicle, meaning I couldn’t bare to study it for long before I’d have to stand outside the building again.
While standing outside, I heard a cry from the inside the building. The female of the group was upset, claiming she’d been raped by the prisoner. I was focussed on making sure the girl was OK and escorted safely out of further harm’s way. As we relieved her and sent her home, a fanatic Islamist approached us, hurriedly, and ran past us into the building, yelling about how Bin Laden must be freed. He some how got hold of a key and ran into the cubicle before we could stop him. One of my assistants leapt up the outside wall of the building, and was half-climbed through a window that overlooked the gap in the cubicle. At the same time, I was behind the cubicle as the fanatic had opened the door. The back of the prisoner’s head was now visible in the gap as it had been started, backed away from the door and was pressed up against the wall. It had curly, black, thinning hair, but the head it was sat on was far too big to be Bin Laden’s. All three of us- myself, the colleague in the window, and the fanatic, setting eyes on the prisoner at the same time, yelled “It’s not Bin Laden!”. I stepped back outside to call security, as my colleague in the window was yelling “It’s not Bin Laden” again, this time over the radio.
As I turned around the enter the building one more time, I could feel the evil radiating from the cubicle was enhanced with an essence of rage. The building was now empty. As I stepped inside, I felt a slash at my throat and my vision went black.