This chapter was inspired by "Waverer" by Akira Yamaoka

Chapter 5 : Purple

"Ah… I hope my luck changes before the party."

I look glorious in this dress. Uncomfortable yes, but glorious nonetheless. If it wasn't because of Harriet though I would never attend the party. The thought of being at some stranger's place with people I don't have the slightest idea of who they are, makes me anxious.

Ah… where could he be? Frank asked me today if I saw the guy next door again. I didn't. Come to think of it. It's been a while. He's either very shy or simply an introverted freak. Well isn't he just like someone you're perfectly familiar with, Eileen. Pff… well that is me.

You can't blame me though, I tried to talk to him a few times. He actually looks kind of cute from those few times I have seen him in the hallway. Other than that I don't know anything about him. It feels as if he's a ghost. One second he is there and then he disappears. Sometimes I even get the feeling of maybe he is.

Hehe… but that's just ridiculous. He is a man. And he is pretty solid. Frank told me his name is Henry. Henry Townshend. And he is photographer. Isn't a photographer supposed to leave his home more often to take pictures?Hmm...

Who am I kidding? This town has nothing except a dead gloomy sky and some really bad traffic. People even aren't worth taking picture of. I would've left here years ago but it's just… it's just almost as if once you step into South Ashfield you can't really leave. It has been like forever ago I rented this room and now I'm just stuck.

Eileen…

Wait a second. What was that noise? Did someone just call my name? silly. All these thoughts make me imagining things that aren't really there. But honestly what is the deal with room 302? Is he really there?

Hen…ry… Towns…hend…

Purple really suits me, isn't it? The way the silky materials touch my skin. I have never been touched like this before. It gives me chills. Out of excitement.

Why… did… he…die?

I wonder if I see him again. Is he ever going to come out?

Ei…leen.

Isn't she even more beautiful covered in cuts?

What about the homeless guy I saw this morning? Ew… he was creepy and he held something behind his back. I wonder what it was.

Mommy…

"Something's not right with him. I can see it in the way he wanders around hours after midnight. At first I thought maybe he was only sleepwalking. I called for him a few times and when he didn't answer I simply shrugged it off and went to bed. I didn't feel him come to bed until morning. I tried to ask about him though he didn't know what I was talking about.

It was all before last night. I saw him hitting his forehead against the wall at the end of the hallway next to the bathroom, whispering inaudibly. I asked him to come to the bed but he only stopped to look at me intently and that was when I saw.

There were two empty black holes there in his eyes sockets. Blood oozed out and he stared at me, with his head tilted to the side. I tried to scream but I couldn't. The air felt heavy and I couldn't even breathe. He was devouring me and I couldn't even runaway. More even, I could say that it wasn't even Henry. I was sure of it."

"What… am I writing?"

I brought up my hands to look how they were shaking uncontrollably. The room was freezing but there weren't any windows open. Somehow I knew I wasn't alone. I just had to turn around to see how the walls were covered in purple wallpapers. I was dizzy, standing shakily on my feet and walking outside to the hallway. Purple room, glowed in dim light of night light lamp. Leaning against the walls not to pass out, my eyes stumbled on a silhouette.

A woman with short brown hair in a beautiful purple dress, stood in the middle of the room. My mouth felt dried as I tried to open it and call for her. She turned though, her face covered in little cuts as small leeches sucked on the deep wounds on her shoulders.

Eileen…

"Did he ever not love me?"

I felt sick.

"DID HE EVER NOT LOVE ME!"

Her scream rang in my ears… as I dropped on my knees. Looking at the man in the old blue raincoat standing behind her. His long unwashed hair, had covered her eyes.

"Walter…" I said tiredly, looking at the cold smirk plastered on his white dead face.

I'm tired. I can't keep up with these anymore. Just...just please tell me what I should do to free these poor souls? I wanted to say but nothing came out of my mouth.

I'm going leave early in the morning tomorrow.