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“We have to go,” she said. “Now.” And the girl grabbed his hand and took off. Surprised, David followed and nearly dropped his phone. He tried to hold it up as far as he could to light the way. That’s when I realized who it was. Strapped to the surgical table was Peter Terry.
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They weren't my parents; they couldn't be, but they looked exactly like them. When it spoke, I heard the words of the little girl, but the other form spoke through my mind in a voice I won't attempt to describe. I didn't know what to do. I was slipping into madness, yet couldn't take my eyes off what was in front of me.
... or night.
Should I have even trusted that text? There was no reason not to trust it. It took no time at all to drive to my complex, and honestly, I didn’t even remember driving. It was like when you zone out for a minute and wake up farther down the road. I didn’t even bother locking it as I ran up to the front gate. My hands fumbled with the keys as I unlocked the bolt and made my way into the first hallway on the left.
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I felt empty, and clawed my way up from the ground and steadied myself against the table. My eyes fell on the razor, and I picked it up. I was going to kill myself. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I pressed the razor against my wrist, right above the 6 that had appeared on my skin.
I don't want to describe what I watched at that moment. I wanted to, but I think it was the power of the room, I couldn't look away. Peter let out one final soul-curdling scream, but I didn't hear it through the computer speakers, it was coming from my room.
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I don't know what came over me, but after hearing that sound, something inside me lit up. When I opened the door to room 2 I couldn’t see three feet in front of me. It was completely filled with a gray mist that smelled like rubber.
It has four lanes, several shelves of bowling shoes at the ready, and bowling balls oddly evocative of Trix cereal.
Earthquakes and rains have taken their toll on the house, which was designated as a Los Angeles Historic Cultural Monument in 1976. Recent renovations have stabilized the building and it remains a private residence rarely open to the public. I'm already biting my nails down to the bones for Season 3. The jury’s still out on that one, though, so do with it what you will.
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There had to be another way in. David rose to his feet with a renewed energy, but before he could move he felt his phone vibrate. It was a text, and looking at the name gave him relief. ” He was screaming now, his eyes looked frantic. The side of his mouth curled into a twisted grin.
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I couldn’t stop laughing. I laughed for what seemed like hours. I laughed as I walked out to my car and laughed as I drove home. I laughed as I pulled into my driveway. I laughed as I opened my front door to my house and laughed as I saw the small ten etched into the wood. Wasn’t even sure there was one this time.
“Yes, you are…” He was sobbing now. “You’re going to hurt me and I don’t want you to.” He sat in the chair with his legs up and began rocking back and forth. It was actually pretty pathetic looking, especially since he was me, identical in every way. After what I had just experienced, I knew there wasn’t anything else this fucking house could throw at me that I couldn’t live through.
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My complex was huge, but my apartment was one of the first ones on the left. I ran as fast as I could, passed 4, passed 5. My head was spinning, this night was weighing down on me like a lead vest. The farther I made it down the hallway, the farther away the hum seemed to be. As I passed unit 7 I could barely hear it anymore. And when I stopped in front of my unit I was in complete silence.
I looked down and let out a muffled scream – more of a whimper, to be honest. I didn’t see a single bug. Not one bug was on me, but I could feel them crawl. I heard them fly by my face and sting my skin but I couldn’t see a single one. I dropped to the ground and began to roll wildly. I hated bugs, especially ones I couldn’t see or touch.
I decided to log onto AIM with David’s account. I figured it would be easier to start something with Peter if he didn’t know it was me. When I logged on, he immediately messaged me. "I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to hurt you and I'm going to keep you here." After what I had just experienced, I knew there wasn't anything else this fucking house could throw at me that I couldn't live through.
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