It was two years ago that Henry Townshend moved into Room 302 of South Ashfield Heights, an apartment building in the medium-sized city of Ashfield. Henry was happy and enjoying his new life. But five days ago, something strange happened. He began to have a recurring dream each night. One other thing... He couldn't leave Room 302.
Prologue The nightmare
He got up from his bed as he always did, but something was different, something was wrong. He got up and opened his bedroom door and saw to his horror the whole apartment was covered with blood, mold, and rust. He went to the living room, he was confused on what he saw, there was a TV were his record player was, he went over to the wall near the kitchen and he saw something horrifying.
"What the hell? Is that a face?" He said then two pictures caught his eye. One was a picture of 21 dead bodies laying in a perfect circle. Then he turned towards a picture of a man.
"Who the hell is he?" He said as he looked closely at the picture of the man with bowl style hair waring a blue shirt and a white under shirt.
As he turned to go back to his room, he heared a moan behind him. He turned and looked, then he saw the walls turn black and something crawling out of the wall, it was a man - a bloody man coming out of the wall. He ran trying to open his bedroom door but it wouldn't open and by the time he did open it, it was too late. He stood there as death came crawling on top of him then all he saw was blackness.