I found this really weird story called Impurity, What do you guys think of this? "Alternate realities are thought to be worlds that coexist with our own, simply in another dimension. These worlds -or dimensions- could be anything, a copy of our own world with a minor difference, or even a different world entirely. Though some believe this, the theory has never been proven…" My eyes opened slowly only to show darkness. I felt around the room in an attempt to find a light switch to no avail. Suddenly a small light in the middle of the room came on revealing a man tied to a chair and gagged. I walked over to the man tied to the chair and noticed blood streaming down the sides of his cheeks. Beside the chair was a table with a note and a razor blade. I reached down and retrieved the note from the table. It read “Take your own life and this man will be set free, take his and you shall be freed.” My eyes widened with terror, there seemed to be no way out of this but to kill the man. I lifted the head of the man tied to the chair, only to see my own face. My heart began pounding and my mind struggled to comprehend what I was seeing. I was the man tied to the chair. "How is this possible!?" I exclaimed stepping back from the chair. I turned and ran into the darkness trying to get away from that chair, I ran for what seemed like an eternity. My legs began to give out as I gasped for air. Then, in the distance I saw a sliver of light, gaining a second wind, I sprinted towards the light hoping to have escaped the pitch black darkness. To my dismay the light only revealed the chair in which my own body appeared to be sitting. Anguish washed over my heart as I fell to my knees in tears. Slowly I rose to my feet and walked over to the chair. I watched as my body in the chair, raised his head and looked at me. In his eyes… in my eyes I saw despair, hopelessness and sorrow. It was as if he knew his life was about to end. My hand trembled as I picked up the small razor blade from the table. Taking the razor in my hand, I pushed it firmly against his neck. Pushing his head back with one hand, I pulled the razor across his throat slicing it cleanly open. Pure and utter terror overwhelmed me at what I had just done. Dropping the razor to the ground I stepped back away from the chair to see my own lifeless body sitting there. "What have I done?" I asked in remorse as I gazed upon my own hands. Blood appeared to be pouring from my palms but there were no cuts to be found. Another light came on just behind the chair revealing a statue of an angel. Gazing upon this angel appeared to sooth me, as if everything would be okay. Suddenly the statues head turned and looked directly at me. The feelings of relief were instantly replaced with feelings of conviction. The angels eyes began producing black tears that moved down her face like a stream. I tried to turn away from the angel looking the other way only to see the same statue. No matter where I looked the statue was there, staring at me, with tears black as tar poring from it’s stone eyes. Unable to take the guilt any further I bent down and retrieved the blood covered razor and put it to my own throat. I closed my eyes tight and muttered three words. "I am sorry." Before I could finish I realized I couldn’t move, my eyes opened and I could see only darkness once again. I tried desperately to move but it proved useless. A light then came on above my head, suddenly I could see again. To my confusion I saw myself standing before me. It was me, the same me that I had just killed, only he appeared to be untied and completely able to move. He walked over to me and picked up a note from the table beside me. My eyes darted to the left and witnessed the same table and razor blade that I had seen before. I looked down at myself and realized I was tied to a chair, and my mouth was gagged. My heart dropped, and I was filled with despair, hopelessness and sorrow. For I knew my life was about to end.