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Day 31:
A month... it's been exactly one month since I've been locked in here... A devastating silence fills the room, it's lonely... Since this confinement started, nothing has happened, I just keep living the same way I have been living. Get up, have breakfast, clean the house, have lunch, draw, have a snack, take a shower, read, and sleep. The same routine repeats over and over, every day, it's always the same, nothing changes, nothing happens... I've been locked in my apartment for several months, honestly, I've lost track of time since the pandemic started, I don't even know why I haven't left my apartment... I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired... I just want to go back to my normal life, I want everything to go back to how it was before the pandemic started... I feel stuck, I don't know what to do with my life, I don't know what I should do now. I have a lot of free time, and I feel like I'm wasting it, I feel like I could do something other than just exist and be a burden to others. Wait... a burden? Why? I think I'm starting to delirious, my brain is saying nonsense, me a burden? As far as I remember, I was never a burden to anyone, I was always someone hardworking, I worked day and night to get the money I needed to move into this apartment, but... That was the last thing that happened in my life because then I ended up like I am now, writing the events of my life in a book that I hope someone can find someday... Honestly, the best thing right now will be to rest. Through the window, I can see how the moon rises to the highest point of the night sky, and its light fills my room, it's beautiful how even in the most monotonous places, like my apartment, there can be something beautiful... To whoever is reading this, I'm going to sleep... ... ... ... ...
- Alex...
- Alex...
- Wake up...
I heard a voice calling me, asking me to wake up, but when I did, no one was around, just a deathly silence... Something very different from what I expected to find, I thought that a friend or someone I knew had come to visit me, though I don't remember having anyone like that. But for some reason, the voice I heard while I was asleep felt very familiar, every time I remembered that voice, it seemed more beautiful, it was a calm, serene, gentle female voice, but at the same time, it showed affection and love...
I can't remember anyone with that beautiful voice... Anyway, I wouldn't get anywhere by staying in my bed doing nothing. So, I got up, although something was different. The floor of my room was no longer smooth, I could now feel irregularities in the floor, it was uncomfortable to walk in a place I know so well, but it felt different. The rest was the same, my work desk was still in the same place, with the same wear as always, my lamp was still on, just as I left it last night before sleeping. My books were still as always, stacked on an old wooden shelf that needed to be replaced. And my plant placed in a corner of the room. Everything was the same, even my withered plant, ready to die at any moment... Honestly, I didn't feel like having breakfast, instead, I just wanted to return to my bed and keep enjoying the rest. But something caught my attention, a sheet of paper lying under the door of my room. Although I wanted to sleep, curiosity won this time. I walked over to my room door to check the sheet of paper, and it was... it was a drawing... One of the many drawings I've made during this time I've been locked in. In the drawing, there was a door with numbers on a plate, "420", it wasn't just any door, it was the door to my apartment...
What the hell is this? No matter how hard I tried to remember, I couldn't, I couldn't recall if I was the one who drew this, it had my signature, but I didn't remember doing it... Something strange was happening, and my apartment seemed to be at the center of it all right now... Since I couldn't just stay there doing nothing, I decided to leave my room and explore the rest of my home. Something was different... The smell? The appearance? No... Everything seemed exactly the same except for a small noise, tiny and hard to detect normally, however, my apartment was always silent. Therefore, it was easy for me to identify the strange noise, and it came from the other side of the door of my apartment... I couldn't stand the pressure, the curiosity, and the uncertainty of what could be making that noise... I decided to open the door. Nothing... There was nothing... Just the same hallways I remember from the building, and at the end of the hallway, turning a corner, there was a staircase leading to the upper or lower floors. Honestly, after contemplating those empty and solitary hallways, I wanted to return to my bed, but... something was stopping me from doing so.
-Alex...
!!!
I quickly turned my whole body as a whisper very close to my ear from behind made me go on alert...
-Who are you?
...
Just silence again... I needed to figure out who that voice belonged to, the same one that woke me up, I must know who is calling me.
Upstairs... Again, the same voice... But this time I could identify where it was coming from... From the stairs when I turned the corner of the hallway... ... It was dark, no light source illuminated the hallway beyond my apartment, and when I turned the corner, a strong darkness flooded the stairs, both up and down. Honestly, I didn't want to go up the stairs, but something was calling me to do it... which, combined with the female voice whispering "upstairs," only made me keep going. The stairs were old, despite the constant use they received, they had never been repaired or properly maintained. But well, that's not my problem, I just need to go up the hallway to see what I find... ... The same hallway as always, honestly, it was obvious I would find another hallway just like the one in my apartment on the 6th floor, so now I should be on the 7th. Could it be referring to the rooftop? I don't lose anything by trying. So, I went up the stairs again to the 8th floor, then continued to the 9th floor, and with that, I had reached the top because the building had 9 floors, a basement, and a rooftop... I'm dying to see the sunlight after climbing these grim and dark stairs... !!!
-What the hell is going on...
The building only has 9 floors, there was never a 10th floor built. I should be on the rooftop by now... Damn, damn. Well, I must have counted wrong and I'm on the 8th floor, I'll go up again... ... ... No... This can't be happening, I should be on the rooftop by now, how is it that I keep ending up in a hallway? ... ... No... No... Damn, damn, damn! Something is happening, I've been walking for several minutes, if not hours, climbing these damn stairs...
-Why do I keep ending up in a hallway?
I'm tired... Maybe, I just need to walk down this hallway to the end... ... Ha, ha, ha, ha... Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha... HAHAHAHAHA... ... ... It can't be... "Room 420"... This is my apartment... How am I on the 6th floor if I've only gone up? It was chilling, that doubt gnawed at me inside... So, I decided to keep going up to explore that hallway. ... "Room 420" Again? No... I remember going up the stairs... Why? Why? ... I didn't give up, so I spent several hours climbing the stairs, I even went down. The result was always the same... "Room 420"... Damn! I've been walking for hours... my legs hurt and I'm hungry... I think I'm doomed to die in this horrible place I once called "Home." ... ...
-Welcome...
!!!
As soon as I opened the door to my apartment and entered, I could hear that female voice, there was no doubt, it was the same... And this time, that voice was coming from my room... But that wasn't the only difference... My apartment looked different... Everything had a more worn-out appearance, the metals were rusty, the wood was rotten, the plants in the apartment, no longer even withered. And along with that more grotesque appearance, a repulsive smell was coming from my room, the same place the beautiful voice was coming from... Something kept me alert, as I was sure this was no longer the same apartment I lived in, and the many dry bloodstains I found on the walls confirmed it... Something was happening, and it was likely that the culprit was in my room.
-What is this?
As soon as I reached the door of my room, I felt something warm on my feet. I was scared to look down, but it was too late to regret it, what I found was blood... A lot of blood was coming from underneath the door of my room. Something had happened... and I wasn't going to just stand there. I opened the door only to find a dirty, rusty, old, abandoned, and bloodstained room... But that wasn't the most macabre part... Because the blood was gushing out of a lump on my bed. It seemed to be a human figure covered with my sheets... I tried to get closer, but I couldn't get anything... My steps felt heavier, it was harder to breathe, and I was feeling a horrible dizziness. With each step I took towards my bed, these effects grew worse. In the end, I couldn't resist and collapsed unconscious in the blood of my room... The last thing I saw was... A woman removing the sheets covering her on my bed... ...