Chapter Two is up!
Henry woke up in bed like h had only minutes earlier. His ceiling fan an ceiling were back to their normal colors. Henry sat up in his bed. The whole room was the way it used to be. It was morning, he had just woken up from a horrible nightmare, or was it a dream? He sighed after realising it had all been a nightmare. " Oh, man," he said to himself. " What a dream!" He stood up and looked around. He figured that he would try the window again. Like before, it was jammed shut. Henry took a quich glance around the streets of South Ashfield through his bedroom window. A woman stretched as she went down into the local subway station. It was a busy morning for the city.
Sighing, Henry walked over to his bedroom door when he noticed the phone on the bedstand. Without a moment's hesitation, he went over and dialed 911. The phone didn't work at all. It was dead. Groaning, he hung up when seconds later, it rang again. Terrified, he answered it. " Hello?" " Please...help me!" A horrible sound of crackling and screaming suddenly cut in. " What?" Henry said to himself. He looked under the table and found that the cord was cut. He hung up the phone and backed away. This place seemed haunted to him. Slowly, Henry opened the door to the hall. Thankfully, everything was back to normal. That phone still freaked him out, though. The living room was an eerie quiet. The TV that didn't belong to him was still there, though. The wallclock's pendulim was ticking back and forth. The time was ten after seven. He watched the pendulim going back and forth when it suddenly just stopped. The clock chimed a few times with a haunting feeling going towards Henry. The hands had stopped at ten after seven.
He backed away from the clock and ran to his front door. It wasn't a surprise to him to find that there were several chains blocking the door. " Ever since I've started having those dreams," he said to himself. " I've been trapped here, in this room. A whistling sound filled the room like someone breathing heavy. In red letters, the words, " Don't Go, Walter!" spread across the door. " What the hell?" Henry looked at the words closely when from outside the door came the sound of glass breaking. Still horrified, he looked through the peephole. Out in the hall was his next door neighbor, Eileen Galvin. She had dropped some of her grocheries on the floor. Cursing under her breath, she began to pick up some of the broken glass. " Help!" screamed Henry as he began to pound on the door. " Help me, I'm trapped in this room!" Eileen didn't so much as glance up. " I hope my luck changes before the party," she said, walking over to her apartment.
Henry sighed. There was no way that he could get out of this apartment, there was just no way. " Nobody knows I'm here," he said to himelf sadly. He slid down to the floor, leaning against the front door when a horribly loud sound came from the bathroom. Henry yelped loudly from the loud sound. " No!" he screamed. " What's happening?" The room was silent again, really terrifying towards Henry For some reason, he just had to see what had happened. Breathing hard, he got up and headed towards the bathroom.
Opening the bathroom door, he immediatly found what had made the loud noise. Something had made a hole over the sink where the mirror used to be. There was plaster and concrete scattered about the floor and an echo like sound was coming from inside the hole. " A way out!" he thought happily. There was a pipe sticking from the hole. He pulled the pipe out and carried it. It could come in handy in case anything tried to attack him. Without nowing what to expect, he climbed inside the hole.
That's it for chapter two!