It has been four days since my last letter. Four more days trapped here with this monster. I can hear you moving around the building. I can hear your voices. Can you hear mine? I have been screaming for hours. Screaming until he wakes and forces me to be quiet. He keeps moving me around the building. Sometimes he ties me up facing the wall. Sometimes he puts me in a cage with the bodies of his previous victims. Today he is letting me have a little freedom. If you can call it that. I am locked in a room. I think it's at the top of the hotel. It's his room. There's jars everywhere filled with eyeballs. There's some kind of alter. He doesn't want you to find me. But you must. Please please please do not ignore my letters. I don't know why he's keeping me alive. He hasn't tried to really harm me, he just touches me. Touches my back. I don't want to find out if he plans to take it further.
My name is Kira Vanning. I was brought here with seven other kids from juvi. Christine Zarate. Michael Monstross. Zoe Warner. Melissa Boudreaux. Tye Simms. Russell Wolf. Richie Bernson.
Christine Zarate and Michael Monstross are already dead. I saw them die. I don't know about the others. I don't hold out much hope. There were two officers with us. Frank Williams and Hannah Anders. If they escaped tell them we're still here.
Please don't ignore these letters. They're not prank. Not some sick joke. I need your help. My life depends on you. Please save me.
Kira.