Take room and sleep.
The "spare room" turns out to be a cot in the back of the preaching hall.
Though you're not fond of the haunting memories the sight of the machine sparks of earlier that day, as soon as it gets dark, the pastor turns out the oil lamp and wishes you well on your way to sleep.
It makes you wonder. Do you have a mother and a father? You can't remember. Did your mother blow out the candle before kissing you goodnight?
Slowly, you drift off to sleep...







You awake in a cold sweat.