I used to daydream while in churches. Whenever the priest would drone on in his sermons, I was always fascinated by the speakers, the ceiling that looked like biscuit tin openers. I would imagine that a rope would come down the ceiling and by climbing up and pushing the ceiling open you would be located in this dark universe with creatures that would grab at your ankles. There was also a mirror facing the choir which I thought was a portal into another dimension which was similar but sinister.

Whatever you would do, the shadows would mimic. Drawn out by the creatures. They would tie you up and put you on a clothes rack for people to look at you on display. They would send miniature versions of yourself into a doorway located in your chest, to see your body working as a clock.