WEEK ONE: DAY ONE|14
Note One: {CLASSIFIED}- I did it, I finally escaped from that hellish, evil place. I got framed for what my friend did. I found a neighborhood not one, but two miles away from my asylum. I now have found what looks to be a two story house which seems run down, and abandoned with no car in sight. I try to open the window with no success then I climb on the backside of the house where a ladder is. It leads to an open skylight. As I drop through the skylight I observe and scout the place. Its contents include two bathrooms one upstairs and downstairs, one living room with a reclining chair and a large sofa pressed up against the wall, a kitchen with an island and dishwasher and surprisingly a little dining table with two stools, and chandelier crystals which hang from the kitchen ceiling. The place still looks run down though with the walls having stains and the kitchen appliances having rust.
I wonder now what to do. Do I wait it out? Wait for the excitement over my escape to pass over.
Note Two: {CLASSIFIED}- Do I explore, I hadn't been out in god only knows how long. While I mull over the decision I hear scratching I look around the house from upstairs to downstairs still not finding any answer to the sound while I was interested it wasn't important. I went to the downstairs bathroom which surprisingly had working water and hopped in the bath.
Note Three: {CLASSIFIED}- After I cleaned myself up I heard the scratching noise again. Deciding to look into the problem I find under the recliner a hatch. It doesn't fit with the decor of the normal house, it's not faded with age or rusted, but it does have a keyhole about the size of my pinky finger which prevents me from opening it. I thought of all the possibilities of how it got there. Was it just installed, had it been there before the house was built? Without thinking obviously it was well kept unlike the rest of the house. I looked outside and still saw no car in the driveway. I didn't know if there was an owner so I found the master bedroom and slept. I was awoken by the sound of the house door opening. I quickly sprung up and hid. been hiding for at least 5 hours so I'm wondering if this person had a job or not. I really do not know or care as long as I stay hidden.
WEEK ONE: DAY TWO|13
Note One: Tori- I enter my house and examine its surroundings. I don't remember leaving the recliner the way it is but maybe I did. I move the recliner back to keep my secret hidden at least for now. As I take a pregnant pause and look around some more I stand still and listen to a scratching noise. I freeze at what I think it could be. Even though I know what it is, I hurry and move the recliner once again to which this time I bring a key out of my pocket to open the hatch and I dive into the darkness of my secret to further hide it from the world. As I'm down in this basement like a room I feel something bite my ankle, I start frantically kicking until I get whatever that was biting my ankle to crawl away and climb the ladder back up into the living room. After this I sporadically bolt out the house and jump into my car deciding on working overtime just to get out of the house until that problem gets solved. I decided to call an exterminator and stay at a motel until they remove the pests that are in my house.
Note Two: {CLASSIFIED}- When I went downstairs it was blurry because I just had a wonderful sleep that I have been fiending of since I got locked up. I saw that things had been moved around, but the bathroom was still dirty from when I went to clean myself off the dirt and debris. I couldn't stay there for long or my other tenant will likely suspect someone of being inside of his house so I look for cleaning supplies. As I find the supplies I hear a knock at the door reeling up silently. I look through the window blinds and see a middle aged man with all kinds of fancy brushes and tools on his belt. The man walks up to the door and knocks, then again, then again, i finally go to unlock the door then i hide, he hears it and he takes a step in. I don't know why, I can't control this rage. I ran into the kitchen and I knew he saw me because he asked who was there. I slowly reached in the cabinet to grab a plate but all the owner had was plastic plates, bowls, and cups. I hear him walking up to the kitchen so I act fast. I see my tenant has a hall closet so I run to it and I pick up the broomstick, right as the man turns the corner I knock him down to the ground by hitting him upside the head with the end of the stick. The man is bleeding from the side of his forehead, he reaches for his phone but i hit him again which breaks his phone under my power. He kicks my leg and knocks me down. I get up but he's already standing over me, he balls up his fist and hits me in my jaw dislocating it. I hurry up and dodge his second attempt at hitting me, so in that short span of time I take the broomstick and jab him with it until I puncture a hole in his stomach taking him to the ground. He is bleeding out but I showed no mercy. I don't know why I felt the way I did but I proceeded to beat his head in with the stick until his face was unrecognizable and brain matter was all over the walls. I try to open the hatch but I see a lock that needs a key, so I go outside and put the body inside of the sewage drain outside in the street. I open the lid and try to put the body in. It fits but barely. I went back in the house, cleaned up the bloodstains and moved the recliner back to its original place. Then I heard a car pull up, not my tenants car. It looked different, it said exterminator on the side so I quickly hid. After a few moments i hear him talk to himself and wonder where his partner is that's when another car pulls up and I hear another voice
