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Eve calmed down and stopped crying. She stood up and walked over to the screen, still playing the loop of her house and her fathers bedroom door. She wanted out, she had to find a way out, she needed her father. She looked around the theater room for the first time since she entered. She saw a door in the corner next to the screen, on the opposite side of the room in which she entered. She walked over and stopped herself before turning the handle. She relaxed, and hoped she wouldn't open the door to any other room she had been into.
She turned the handle and slowly opened the door, to a hallway. She looked down both directions the hallway. It was a hallway connected to all the screening rooms, leading to the exit. She sprinted for the exit door pushing on the handle, but the door didn't move, locked.
"figures", she said turning away looking down the hall. She let out a sigh and started down the hall checking the doors. "nope… nope… no…god damnit… SHIT!" she said as she the doors didn't open. She walk passed a door that had a sign reading "Janitor". she tried it, and it opened. She stepped in looking round. She felt bad for who lived here, it was a janitor closet and a living area. It had a bed next to a water heater and a desk in the corner, with various cleaning material on the opposite side of the room and a locker. She looked around, looking for keys. She searched the desk drawers, but all she found was a journal, belonging to a man named Benjamin. She opened it, seems the guy started to write stuff once he meet a girl named Jenny. His entries were and short, and nicely written. Eve started to read.
April 26, 2004
Jenny is the love of my life, I will kill for her. I'm meeting her again tonight, same restaurant. I have to look for a better job, than this telemarketing crap I've been doing. I need to get that job at the law firm, that'll rake in the big bucks, I didn't go to law school to talk to people on the fucking phone. I have to get a better job so I can give Jenny all the things she wants, I love her so much…
Eve skimmed through the journal, more stuff about how he loves this girl how he's really attached to her, and is crazy about her. he got the job at the firm. She stopped at an interesting spot…
May 13, 2004
I took Jenny to my boss's diner party yesterday, and I could swear he was hitting on her. No, he wasn't doing that, he's my friend, he got me this job, and John knows I love Jenny. Must be my imagination, it HAS to be my imagination…
Eve skipped ahead a bit
May 24, 2004
I came home early tonight to surprise Jenny, I was going to ask her to marry me, but I found her fucking John on the bed. That bastard was fucking her every night before I came home. that's why he always had to leave early. I'm going to fucking kill them both…
May 25, 2004
I ask John why he always leaves so early, trying to get a confession. If he tells me the truth I'll kill him fast, but words were exchanged and he FIRED ME! THE FUCKER IS GONA DIE! But first, Jenny…
"what a nutcase" Eve said to herself, turning the page. The entry was more organized and long, very descriptive. Apparently he wanted to make sure to write all he could so he could read back on them and relive the moment.
May 26, 2004
Just killed Jenny. Blood all over the bedroom floor. I tied her to the bed…she thought I wanted to get kinky. I guess I did. HA! I she got real hot when I brought the knife out, and moaned as I rubbed it on her face, not cutting her. She got really into it. I thought I'd fuck her one last time. Then though about her fucking John. No, I'm not fucking her, but I sure as hell am going to play with her.
I undressed her with the knife cutting her clothes off. She loved every second of it. I decided to cut her slightly with the knife "on accident" while removing her bra. She flinched in pain and yelped, apparently not expecting it. I played the concerned lover, asking her if she was alright, and saying sorry. But she liked it. The slut liked being hurt. Be asked me to cut her again, but deeper. So I did. I cut her lower boob and began licking the blood. She had an orgasm right then. Not even knowing I'm going to kill her.
I started to cut her more: her stomach, her legs, her shoulders, and any part she asked me. She came so many times as I cut her and drank her blood. I didn't care anymore. I was going to fuck her, before I killed her. Sort of a going away present. She begged me to fuck her and she bleed slightly on the bed. But I teased her more, by cutting her. After she came three more times, did I finally satisfy her by fucking her brains out. She screamed in ecstasy as I fucked her and cut her with the knife.
Once I finished and collapsed on her, not hurting her. I thought I wouldn't kill her, just John. After all that, I wanted to fuck her like that every night, and I could tell she wanted to do the same. But she signed her death warrant when she said "fuck me, fuck me like that forever… John"
Hearing that, I stabbed her throat and watched her die as I twisted the knife in her neck. She bleed so much, it tasted great…
Eve felt sick reading the last part, this man was a freak. She skipped to the last entry.
June 3, 2004
This will be my last entry, I'm going to kill John tonight. I'm going to, take my shotgun, blast his fucking head off, come back here, hid my shit, and leave town. I'm not taking anything with me, not even Jenny. Only my money and the clothes on my back.
Eve closed the journal. "He did kill John, I heard about that a few weeks ago, some guy got his head blown off. Oh shit! This guy was fucking nuts" she said aloud turning away.
"I wonder where the shotgun is, maybe I can shoot the lock and open the exit door" she said to herself. She walked to the locker hoping the shotgun would be there. When she opened the locker a woman jumped out and grabbed her. She screamed as she fell to the floor under the woman's weight. She screamed in horror and tried to push the woman off her. She pushed the woman off her and backed up quickly. The woman just lay there naked. Eve realized the woman was be dead, and slowly crawled to her and turned her over. The woman had cut all over her body and a deep stab wound in the neck. She looked like she was dead for a while because she smelled horrible.
"this… this must be Jenny" eve said feeling really sick. She took the sheets from the bed and laid it over Jenny, covering her. "once I get out of here I'm gonna tell the police about you" she said stepping over Jenny looking in the locker. She saw the shotgun, and some rounds in a box. She loaded the shotgun and put the remaining rounds in her jean pockets, in case she needed more rounds to shoot the lock. She turned the door handle, shotgun in hand, and looked back at Jenny's corpse "Benjamin will pay for killing you and John, I'll tell the police and you can rest in peace" she said stepping through the door way still looking at Jenny.
Eve closed the door, and turned around. Only to see a white screen in front of her and rows of seats to her left…
Eve calmed down and stopped crying. She stood up and walked over to the screen, still playing the loop of her house and her fathers bedroom door. She wanted out, she had to find a way out, she needed her father. She looked around the theater room for the first time since she entered. She saw a door in the corner next to the screen, on the opposite side of the room in which she entered. She walked over and stopped herself before turning the handle. She relaxed, and hoped she wouldn't open the door to any other room she had been into.
She turned the handle and slowly opened the door, to a hallway. She looked down both directions the hallway. It was a hallway connected to all the screening rooms, leading to the exit. She sprinted for the exit door pushing on the handle, but the door didn't move, locked.
"figures", she said turning away looking down the hall. She let out a sigh and started down the hall checking the doors. "nope… nope… no…god damnit… SHIT!" she said as she the doors didn't open. She walk passed a door that had a sign reading "Janitor". she tried it, and it opened. She stepped in looking round. She felt bad for who lived here, it was a janitor closet and a living area. It had a bed next to a water heater and a desk in the corner, with various cleaning material on the opposite side of the room and a locker. She looked around, looking for keys. She searched the desk drawers, but all she found was a journal, belonging to a man named Benjamin. She opened it, seems the guy started to write stuff once he meet a girl named Jenny. His entries were and short, and nicely written. Eve started to read.
April 26, 2004
Jenny is the love of my life, I will kill for her. I'm meeting her again tonight, same restaurant. I have to look for a better job, than this telemarketing crap I've been doing. I need to get that job at the law firm, that'll rake in the big bucks, I didn't go to law school to talk to people on the fucking phone. I have to get a better job so I can give Jenny all the things she wants, I love her so much…
Eve skimmed through the journal, more stuff about how he loves this girl how he's really attached to her, and is crazy about her. he got the job at the firm. She stopped at an interesting spot…
May 13, 2004
I took Jenny to my boss's diner party yesterday, and I could swear he was hitting on her. No, he wasn't doing that, he's my friend, he got me this job, and John knows I love Jenny. Must be my imagination, it HAS to be my imagination…
Eve skipped ahead a bit
May 24, 2004
I came home early tonight to surprise Jenny, I was going to ask her to marry me, but I found her fucking John on the bed. That bastard was fucking her every night before I came home. that's why he always had to leave early. I'm going to fucking kill them both…
May 25, 2004
I ask John why he always leaves so early, trying to get a confession. If he tells me the truth I'll kill him fast, but words were exchanged and he FIRED ME! THE FUCKER IS GONA DIE! But first, Jenny…
"what a nutcase" Eve said to herself, turning the page. The entry was more organized and long, very descriptive. Apparently he wanted to make sure to write all he could so he could read back on them and relive the moment.
May 26, 2004
Just killed Jenny. Blood all over the bedroom floor. I tied her to the bed…she thought I wanted to get kinky. I guess I did. HA! I she got real hot when I brought the knife out, and moaned as I rubbed it on her face, not cutting her. She got really into it. I thought I'd fuck her one last time. Then though about her fucking John. No, I'm not fucking her, but I sure as hell am going to play with her.
I undressed her with the knife cutting her clothes off. She loved every second of it. I decided to cut her slightly with the knife "on accident" while removing her bra. She flinched in pain and yelped, apparently not expecting it. I played the concerned lover, asking her if she was alright, and saying sorry. But she liked it. The slut liked being hurt. Be asked me to cut her again, but deeper. So I did. I cut her lower boob and began licking the blood. She had an orgasm right then. Not even knowing I'm going to kill her.
I started to cut her more: her stomach, her legs, her shoulders, and any part she asked me. She came so many times as I cut her and drank her blood. I didn't care anymore. I was going to fuck her, before I killed her. Sort of a going away present. She begged me to fuck her and she bleed slightly on the bed. But I teased her more, by cutting her. After she came three more times, did I finally satisfy her by fucking her brains out. She screamed in ecstasy as I fucked her and cut her with the knife.
Once I finished and collapsed on her, not hurting her. I thought I wouldn't kill her, just John. After all that, I wanted to fuck her like that every night, and I could tell she wanted to do the same. But she signed her death warrant when she said "fuck me, fuck me like that forever… John"
Hearing that, I stabbed her throat and watched her die as I twisted the knife in her neck. She bleed so much, it tasted great…
Eve felt sick reading the last part, this man was a freak. She skipped to the last entry.
June 3, 2004
This will be my last entry, I'm going to kill John tonight. I'm going to, take my shotgun, blast his fucking head off, come back here, hid my shit, and leave town. I'm not taking anything with me, not even Jenny. Only my money and the clothes on my back.
Eve closed the journal. "He did kill John, I heard about that a few weeks ago, some guy got his head blown off. Oh shit! This guy was fucking nuts" she said aloud turning away.
"I wonder where the shotgun is, maybe I can shoot the lock and open the exit door" she said to herself. She walked to the locker hoping the shotgun would be there. When she opened the locker a woman jumped out and grabbed her. She screamed as she fell to the floor under the woman's weight. She screamed in horror and tried to push the woman off her. She pushed the woman off her and backed up quickly. The woman just lay there naked. Eve realized the woman was be dead, and slowly crawled to her and turned her over. The woman had cut all over her body and a deep stab wound in the neck. She looked like she was dead for a while because she smelled horrible.
"this… this must be Jenny" eve said feeling really sick. She took the sheets from the bed and laid it over Jenny, covering her. "once I get out of here I'm gonna tell the police about you" she said stepping over Jenny looking in the locker. She saw the shotgun, and some rounds in a box. She loaded the shotgun and put the remaining rounds in her jean pockets, in case she needed more rounds to shoot the lock. She turned the door handle, shotgun in hand, and looked back at Jenny's corpse "Benjamin will pay for killing you and John, I'll tell the police and you can rest in peace" she said stepping through the door way still looking at Jenny.
Eve closed the door, and turned around. Only to see a white screen in front of her and rows of seats to her left…