The light grew dim when Iris entered the tunnel. With each step she took the darkness closed in on her. She was about twenty steps into the tunnel when the entrance disappeared. Iris hugged the smooth cement wall for safety. After a few more steps her hands discovered a raised section along its surface. She ran her fingers across the shape feeling one, two, three, four, FIVE ridges. It was oddly familiar. It reminded her of the ‘guess-which-hand’ game she played with her sister.
“It can’t be,” she whispered. “It feels so real.”
Impulsively she stepped back from the wall and aimed the magic eye in front of her.