Chapter 1: 1. Wake.

I regained consciousness to the sound of tinnitus and the smell of dust. I didn't think anything out of the ordinary at first, since I didn't really like cleaning my room much. Especially since my room was already bare bones as it is. I opened my eyes to pitch black darkness, which was a rare occurrence since the moonlight usually shone through the window in front of me at night. Feeling slightly annoyed at waking up, I tried to go back to sleep by singing in my head. That was, until my thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my door.

My room didn't have a door.

Fear crept up my arms as my heart started to tighten. I was plagued by nightmares since I was a kid, and I experienced them so much that I could immediately notice and wake myself up at the first sign of fear. This wasn't a nightmare. At that thought, adrenaline kicked in, cause I'm a little bitch, and I started thinking about the best course of action. 

My first thought was that there might be someone inside my room, and my sister sure as shit doesn't knock in the middle of the night for shits and giggles. I stayed as still as a stone hoping that whatever was fucking with me would leave eventually, or at least not make a move until daybreak. If they came up to me hopefully I could sneak a lucky nutshot and run like a little bitch. Absolutely flawless plan, I know. Hey, its not like I'm the type of guy whose room women would sneak into at night anyways.

Thinking these thoughts, I stayed like that for an eternity.

Two eternities.

Three eternities. 

...

By now my eyes had adjusted to the darkness. I laid still for so long that  I looked around and immediately heaved a silent sigh of relief as I noticed that I wasn't in my room. That was bad, but not as bad as somebody or something in the same room with me baiting for the faintest reaction. At least for now. All right this is really fucking bad. Before panic could rise up and choke me ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I sat up to get a better view of my surroundings and gather my thoughts.

The air was stale, and I was sitting on a bare mattress that was laid down on the floor. Thankfully it wasn't dirty, but it did seem old. There were a couple holes here and there, but no bugs burst out when I patted around it. It was placed snugly in a corner of the room, which was actually pretty cramped. To my left was a wall, and there was a minifridge in front of me a couple feet away. To my right was a low table in the middle of the room, and further beyond was a door with a closet next to it. There was a faint bluish light was coming from the door. 

Steeling my nerves, I stood up, and had a look around.

I laid my bare feet on the floor which was fluffy carpet and stood up. It wasn't damp, thank goodness, but it was very dusty. I shivered at the thought of all the dust mites. First, I went to the minifridge, cause there was a lesser probability of something hiding in there than the closet.  This felt like a bad idea, but ultimately I don't have any other option. Laying down on the mattress and starving to death didn't seem like a good way to go anyways. 

I went beside the minifridge and opened it by pulling the handle towards me, so that if there was something inside, I could at least maybe see it first before it came for me. Seeing as that nothing was jumping out of it, I slowly peeked inside.

There was two shelves, with five water bottles on top and two sandwiches on the bottom. 

At least I wouldn't have to worry about food for a small while. Steeling myself, I walked around and started investigating my room in earnest.

The table didn't have anything on it, and neither did the closet, which took a lot of weight off my chest. I also found that there was a door to the left of the closet, which lead to a small bathroom with a toilet, sink, and shower which looked pretty clean for somewhere that seemed very abandoned. Finally, I pulled up my big boy pants and approached what was probably the door to outside.

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I approached the door and started reaching for the doorknob. But before I could hold it in my hands, A small rustle stopped me in my tracks.

There was a piece of paper that seemed to have been slid in from under the door. There was something written on it, but the light was too dim for me to be able to make it out. Thinking I could read it as I investigated outside, I opened the door.

At this point, I had started to gain a foolish sense of confidence from investigating my room and not finding anything dangerous, So I really only had myself to blame for what happened next.

As the door opened inwards, cool air suddenly rushed into my face. It seemed that I was in a room overlooking a concrete balcony, and the moon shone alone in a starless sky with an azure glow. I looked to the left and peered into a long hallway stretching into the darkness, with doors lining the wall to my side. The balcony extended along with it to a certain point, upon which was just the pitch black darkness of what I assumed was a stairway. 

Overcome with the strangeness of it all, my body let out a small shiver as I wondered where the hell I was. Doing my best to suppress the lump of fear in my throat, I looked at the piece of paper in my hands, which was now illuminated by moonlight.

"Don't answer any knocks or voices from your door. They are not alive. Stay there until the sun rises."

...

Well shit.

Hey,

nothing's coming at me right now right?

It can't be that bad...

...

Thinking those thoughts, I turned to my right.

Straight into the eyes of a hanged corpse.

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