Scratching....that incessant scratching at the door. I really fucked up this time. I shouldn't have followed this case. I had a bad feeling the moment that girl came into my office.
There was something off. Something wrong with her eyes....but she offered money...a lot of money. Find her sister. That's all I had to do. Something I've done more times than I can count.
I figured she ran off with a boyfriend. That's the typical story. I tracked her to an old apartment on the corner of 3rd and Melvin street. Something wasn't right...but 80 grand to find the bitch...
how could I back out now? The place seemed empty. I got up to the 8th floor. The lights kept flickering. Usually in a shit hole like this I can hear someone getting beat...someone screaming...
all I could hear was a girl sobbing. I kept going. Moving towards room 313. My contact said she'd be there. I went to knock until I heard something move down the hall...
The sobbing stopped. Nothing but silence now. At the end of the hallway...there she was, but not the girl I was looking for. It's the bitch who hired me...but something wasn't right with her face...
or her body. Something about her was...inhuman. She started moving towards me in an unnatural way, moaning and sobbing at the same time. I kicked the door open...slammed it shut behind me...
bolted it shut.
She's been scratching for hours now...moaning and sobbing. There's no windows in here, only a light. Under the light is a note. I can't believe what it says.
Consider this punishment. Punishment for extortion. Punishment for exploiting the weak out of their money in times of need. Punishment for the family you abandoned.
Someone paid a lot of money to put you here.
This room is your purgatory. No matter how thirsty, hungry, or tired you become you will live as long as you stay in the room.
Should you choose to leave, the only exit is the door in front of you. Rest assured, a terrible death waits for you out there. Make your choice.
She hasn't stopped scratching. She stopped moaning three days ago. Now she screams. The screams won't stop. I can't sleep. I'm so tired. So hungry. So thirsty.
How long can I go? How long can I stay in here? Every time I think about it...every time I go to the door. She stops screaming. She stops screaming and she starts laughing.....shit.