Girl World

The cold, hard concrete beneath Jon's feet chilled him to the bone. How had he arrived here? His memory was hazy, but details, faint and foggy, slipped through his mind. It was something magical. A wish come true, but something was wrong. A spirit, a haunting spirit, tormenting him...

No, that couldn't be it. Spirits? The memory faded and corrected. There was a computer, a program of sorts, and a helmet being fastened to his head.

No, that wasn't exactly right either. The memories corrected once more. It was a contest. A ticket won. A vacation to an island. Girl World! Yes, that was it. He was in Girl World, the vacation spot of the year, where all his fantasies would come true. Beautiful women everywhere he looked, each wanting time with him.

The long, empty hallway stretched out before him, a silent and lonely place. He treaded lightly, searching for any sign of life, his voice echoing through the empty halls.

Each locked door, with its hand-print reader, only heightened his unease. His memories didn't answer everything. For one thing, where had all the people gone? When he had landed on this remote island, he had been greeted by throngs of men and women, all eager to indulge their deepest fantasies. But now, there was nothing but the sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.

For another, why was he in this hallway in nothing but a towel?

As the hallway twisted and turned, Jon's nerves began to fray. He knew he could always retrace his steps and find his way back to the showers, but the thought of losing his way was almost too much to bear.

Just when he was about to turn back, the hallway revealed its final secret. A large red oak door stood before him, beckoning him forward. With trepidation, he turned the handle and, to his surprise, it opened with a soft click.

Heart racing, Jon stepped through the door, and found himself...