This entry is a recollection of the following: Transcription of a Live stream broadcasted on XX/XX/2019 by user XXXX, witness interviews, blog posts and available official records. All of the footage mentioned is not to be disclosed or shown to anyone outside this department.
Please report any information that could lead to the wherabouts of XXXX to the local authorities.
*STREAM STARTS* Clock reads 5:00 P.M.
[A building is visible across the street]
(XXXX): It’s here! It’s real! And all of you are here to witness.
[Crosses the street towards the building, stops before the door and looks inside]
(XXXX): *mumbling* I'm going to make them show me what’s on those floors and I brought something to make sure they do.
[The man briefly stares to the camera, followed by a glance inside his coat before opening the glass front door]
[The man approaches the front desk, the attendants are not visible from camera’s POV]
Young woman: Good evening, how may I help you?
(XXXX): *indistinguishable speech*
Young woman: Sir? Is there something wrong? Can I help you?
(XXXX): *indistinguishable speech*
Young woman: Is she a guest here?
(XXXX): I’ll go find her myself, then!
Young woman: Sir?!
[The camera steadily approaches the elevator at the end of the lobby, as some guests move out of the way and an hotel employee stands in front of the elevator]
Male employee: Sir, are you a guest? If not, I must ask you to leave.
(XXXX): Move aside.
[A handgun is produced from the man’s coat and is pointed towards the employee, who moves slowly away with his arms up]
[XXXX presses the “up” button, the hotel staff and three customers are observing frozen in fear as the man boards the elevator and the door closes ]
(XXXX): Something is not right.. The T.V.s! They’re gone. Those idiots must have changed the elevator.
[XXXX presses repeatedly “2” button but it doesnt light up]
(XXXX): Idiots, they’re ruining everything! They can't hide it from me.
[XXXX presses repeatedly the “5” button, it lights up right away]
(XXXX):Take me to her, bring her back, goddammit.
[The doors open to reveal a well lighted and deteriorated yellow hallway, ornamented with potted flowers and pictures hanging on the walls; as well with doors to guest rooms on both sides]
(XXXX): Dont worry sis, I'm coming for you.
[XXXX bolts outside the elevator, gun in hand, and makes a sudden stop in the middle of the corridor as he stares at the end of it]
(XXXX): The buttons are not there, this place is rotten. Trying to mess with me. Where are you!?
[Seconds pass with no response, then a door on the left opens. On the wall it reads room 526, inside peeks a young girl, of maybe 6 years of age]
Young girl: Are you okay mister?
(XXXX): Is it you? I’m so sorry ….
[XXXX falls to his knees in tears, approaching for a hug]
Young girl: It’s ok, I wasn’t scared but mommy just woke up with the shouts. Are you lost, mister?
Woman:*from the interior of the room* Liz? What are you doing? Who are you talking to?
[XXXX stares her in the eye, the sobbing stops]
Young girl (Liz): A man is lost outside, he is scared and sad, mommy.
(XXXX): Green eyes… you are not her. i'm not gonna fall for that again.
Young girl (Liz): Mommy and I can help you find her mister, please don't cry.
(XXXX): Just stop.
[XXXX points the gun at her, with a pull of the trigger, the door is splashed red, and viscera incrustate to the walls]
Woman: *screams in intense panic*
[XXXX rushes back to the elevator and boards it, visibly shaken. He presses the 10th floor]
(XXXX): This place is messing with me, that girl was one of its apparitions. It must be, I couldn't have… no, I could not. It will all be clear once I find her, I'm gonna show the world what happens here.
[XXXX the panel on the screen marks the 10th floor, as the doors open a short corridor that ends on a wooden door is visible]
(XXXX): Convention center, this is where I met her. It has to be here.
[He approached the door to reveal a vast empty room with the same yellow wallpaper and a single door to the stairs, nothing aside from that]
(XXXX): It cannot be, she must be here somewhere. There's gotta be a hidden passageway, a secret room of some sort. I came as you requested, now show yourself!
[The elevator makes a beeping sound followed by the voice of two adult males]
Cop 1: Searching for suspect on the 10th floor.
Cop 2:*via radio* Roger, backup is heading your way.
(XXXX): *mumbling* Shit…
[The quiet steps of the officer become louder as he approaches to the door, XXXX hurries stealthy to the stairs door; which creaks as it opens]
Cop 1 & Cop 3: Freeze!
[XXXX races down the the concrete staircase]
(XXXX): *mumbling* Fuck, this can't be happening.
[As he runs down the 8th floor, the door two floors above makes a violent crash on the wall as it was slammed opened]
(XXXX): *panting*I need to find her fast. The answer has to be on the second floor. It has to be, it all began on the second floor
[The shouts and steps become louder as the officers approach ominously, he rushes from the third floor to the second]
(XXXX): No, no, no!
[He screamed as he tampered with a boarded up door that read “2” painted on the side; after a few seconds the man ran downstairs]
[From this point on, all audiovisual footage presents heavy distortion, volume variation and excessive saturation. The approaching sound of steps stopped, a muted silence wrapped the stream as the XXXX stopped before a slightly less boarded up door labeled “2”]
(XXXX):*panting* They.. stopped.
[He walked downstairs once again, on a regular pace to see a noticeably less boarded up door labeled “2”]
(XXXX): We’re getting there, this is the way to find her.
[He walked downstairs once more, the door labeled “2” is not boarded up at all]
(XXXX): This must be it...
[He approached the edge of the stairs to see one floor below]
(XXXX): ...but what’s down there?
[The man walked downstairs, taking a whole long 3 seconds for each step. We witness a shaken sight of a door labeled “lobby” as the respiration of the man holding the camera gets agitated]
[His trembling hand reaches for the door, opening it up to reveal an empty lobby on what initially seemed dimmed lights]
Person(?): *high pitch gibberish*
[XXXX brings his hands to his ears as he approaches the center of the lobby, the origin of the dimmed lights effect has appeared to be an individual standing inside of the elevator. Its face shines in a blinding bright light which makes its facial features unrecognizable .Such individual is suspected to be the source of the high pitch noises]
(XXXX): *almost indiscernible* I knew it had to be you, sister.
[Audiovideo stream is cut to an end]
*The following is extracts from a transcript of interviews with hotel staff and eye witnesses*
Officer: So, what did he say when he approached the front desk?
Young woman: He demanded to see the owner, he asked about a woman as well.
Officer: Any idea on why? Or who this woman is?
Young woman: At first I thought it was just an upset guest but when he described the woman only by her eye colour, I felt uneasy.
Officer: The owner of the place, any idea if he knows the man or the woman?
Young woman: No idea.
Officer: You have any means of contacting him?
Young woman: As far as I know he’s on vacation, it’s been months since I’ve last seen him.
Officer: Now, on the second floor. This guy seemed to have a fixation on it, the floors didn't seem at all random. Any ideas on why that is?
Young woman: I have been working here for a little above half a year, and since then the floor has been boarded up. No idea what makes the other floors special.
Officer: As you might know, we emptied the building and had a specialized team inspect the whole place; and we found nothing. We searched everywhere aside from that floor, is there any way he could get in there?
Young woman: Not that I'm aware.
Officer: How long have you been employed there.
Older woman: Long enough to see ’em all come and go, sweetheart.
Officer: Mam, I'm gonna ask you to be more specific. How long is that?
Older woman: Since we first opened the doors to guests, that is.
Officer: Is it safe to assume you are acquainted with the owner then? We need to contact him. We'd like to ask him some questions.
Older woman: Oh he is not here, and he might not be here for a while.
Officer: Out of the country?
Older woman: Something like that
Officer: How convenient is that. For how long?
Older woman: There is no way to tell, but he always comes back. He always does, and he knows about this incident too. He’s always watching.
Officer: He is? We didn't spot any security cameras.
Older woman: He is, right now. He needs no cameras, only a screen.
Officer: What do you mean?
Older woman: He is not alone though, there are more people on the other side.
Officer: Please explain yourself, what are you saying?
Old Lady: What I'm saying is that I'm calling the owner to come back at this very moment. He will put these things in order. But officer, I’ll let you know that there are others receiving this message too, and I don't know what they might do.
Officer: You’re not making any sense, you better cut the esoteric crap before I run out of patience.
Older woman: Some believe dreams are a gateway between dimensions. Would you believe me if I told you there is a way to connect your world and ours?