Day 4.

I’m bored. 

So. 

Bored.

I feel like my mind is melting and going numb.

I need to go back out there. I need to try the keys. There’s nothing else in here except one of those creepy paintings. A small one, but it still feels like it’s watching me. Waiting. Waiting for me to make a mistake. Waiting for me to get too close. Waiting.

The hallway is just as creepy as I remember it. There are a bunch more of those creepy paintings out here. And they feel... hungrier. Than the one in the room I’d been hiding in.

It’s still dark outside. Through the windows. They’re clouded over with dust and grime enough that I can’t see much past how dark it is. But they’re enough to make me feel exposed, out here in the hallway. I feel watched. Too watched.

No.

I’m out here for a reason. I need to try the keys I found in those doors.

I walk over to the first door, two doors to the right of the-room-I-was-hiding-in’s door, and I slip the key into the keyhole and twist my wrist. The key turns with a satisfying click. Yes. I slowly open the door, cringing as it creaks. Breaking the silence of the space feels wrong somehow. I take a glance behind me before plunging into the dark room.