One Floor Above
Author's note: The following is a journal from an unknown individual found inside a vacant motel. The events consist of 2 days.
January 18, 1998 3:30 PM: I doubt they will find me here. No one will find me here. I have tucked myself away from society and all social aspects. It was so easy. The door to the motel was open and I've made myself at home. The plan is for me to go to the store only at night and get the bare essentials. I think I'll leave around 10 tonight and stick to the shadows. Maybe wear a jacket or something.
January 18, 1998 11:56 PM: I've successfully gone to the store and spent about $40 on food. I hope this will last at least a week if I can ration it out properly. I've heard some very odd noises coming from the room at the end of the hall and a figure dart past . Must be some old pipes or rats in the wall. I need to go to bed or else they might catch on to me. The TV has no cable in fact there is no electricity in the entire building so I'm stuck with no entertainment or refrigeration for the food I bought. Stupid me.
January 19, 1998 9:13 AM: I didn't sleep at all last night. I'm not sure but I think there might be someone on the second floor. Either that or a huge rat wearing heavy toed shoes. Hahaha. Stupid me.
January 19, 1998 11:38 AM: I've kept myself entertained by writing and doing puzzles. But all I can I hear are those DAMN footsteps. I ought to go up there and beat the shit out of whoever is doing this but I'm starting to become afraid of what It could be. I mean, they are so heavy and It also sounds like something is being dragged. As long as there is a lock on my door I feel somewhat safe.
January 19, 1998 4:13 PM: I propped a chair up on the door because I can hear the footsteps outside my door now.
January 19, 1998 7:45 PM: The thing is knocking on the door now. I've found a steel pipe to defend myself with and I'm hiding in the corner.
January 19, 1998 9:22 PM: I feel as if this is my last entry in this diary. The knocking has stopped but I feel a strange feeling of death and I'm scared for my life.
Stupid me.
Credited to Hellojoe123
Originally uploaded on July 18, 2012
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