The Room of Chaos

I question my sanity once again as I walk through the door. Who would honestly show up for such a weird interview? What kind of interview requires a psych test? Oh well, trying to push it into the back of my mind, I walk to the front desk. "Hi I'm here for the interview." The lady behind the desk stared at me in shock and then recovered. "Of course right this way." She led me down a hallway and several turns later we were standing in front of a door. She glanced at me nervously and then knocked on the door and almost ran away. The door slowly opened and I tentatively called, "Hello? Is someone there?" I pushed the door open and took a step in. As soon as I cleared the path of the door it slammed shut. I jumped and then ran to the door, of course it was locked. What was I thinking? I sagged against the door, only 48 hours to go. 3 hours later I was still questioning why I had even come. 1000 Dollars and a job to anyone that can last 48 hours in THE ROOM OF CHAOS. Looking back now I don't know why I thought I needed to do this, I have a good steady job I was very happy actually. Drifting out of my thoughts I got up and started pacing the room, why is it called the room of chaos anyways? It's just a bare darkish room, but as the hours passed my mind started playing tricks on me telling me the walls were moving and that there we're shapes coming out of them. At one time something came out of the wall and I jerked back so fast I fell and hit my head knocking myself out. When I woke up I was in a hospital and couldn't remember anything nor what happened to cause me to be in a hospital.