Book Of Bad Dreams: Chapter I: The Good Son (Schmektor 4)
Hmm. There's no oak chest in your bedroom. Your clothes are all nicely pressed and put away in the closet, so as not to wrinkle or ruffle them.
Neither is there a window in your bedroom. You're scared of heights, and so you live in a small internal room.
You look around for these things, sob, and crawl back under the bed.
Downstairs, they drag your father away.
The end.