He sat down on the floor and sighed. She was the first person to visit him every single day since then. The one who got him to books. Books became his new best friend and they taught him many different things. 

     They taught him about the world and how he was only a spec in a room and why they worship The Great Sun and scolded The Modest Moon. Why there are Humans and why there are Celestials. Humans are those who are not rich in gold. They have not been blessed by The Great Sun. They are sometimes slaves to the Celestials who are rich in gold and in spirit.

     Maria continued to visit him every day during her break. Bringing him books and the two would walk about those books for what felt like hours. He began to look to speaking to Maria through the door every day. She was changing his world little by little, day by day. 

    He soon began to feel happiness and the desire to leave his square prison. However, that feeling didn’t last.

    Things are different now. The books are still there, giving him sheds of lights but there’s no one to talk too. No one to share that slice of joy with.

    Suddenly the music stopped with an abrupt screeching sound. He held his breath. He heard someone boisterously throwing up in the halls and after they did, they gagged. His heart fluttered and his mind screamed. Blood rushed into his actions as he jumped up and snagged two thick books off of his nightstand. 

     They both weight over a hundred pounds each and it was enough to stop it. He pressed the books against the small crack at the bottom of the door, making sure they were in place before he did the motion again. Stepping over to his nightstand and grabbing two more books that weighted the same. He knew the titles like the back of his hand and they were all about The Great Sun and how it takes away people who have died.

     The noise stopped and so did his motion. His face was a few inches away from the door and he could hear someone breathing heavily on the other side.

     “Dear god is today the day…?” he thought to himself as sweat poured down his face, “Has it really been five days?”

     He closed his eyes, wishing it to go away but it began to cry. He wanted to say something but knew staying quiet was the only way it’ll leave.

     “I shouldn’t have…”  a female voice whimpered and he opened his eyes.

     “I shouldn’t have ever met you!” the voice screamed as it pounded on the door.

     Quickly he backed away from the door, watching it buckle in and out. One day, Maria vanished without saying anything. He worried for days about his new friend and wondered if at any point he could’ve opened the door to see her face. What did she look like? 

     He remembered seeing her eyes through the door lock. Bright and blue, just like the sky. However one day, a corpse appeared and began to haunt the third story halls. The corpse sounds just like Maria and tells him how much she regrets being kind to him. Meeting him. Bringing him books. 

     He wondered who in this utopia would kill her and inside the mansion? She was only fifteen and had her life ahead of her. As he sat there, watching the door throb, he wondered if the curse was true. The curse of Merror Hill. 

     “I'm sorry…” a tear strolled down his cheek, 

     “I'm so sorry…”