I knew that there were many things wrong with this house, but I didn't know how many until I met a forlorn feline and heard his sad story.
Gregory escorted Twilight back to her room. She moves slowly, still trying to process all the things she'd seen. "Try to get some sleep my dear. Oh, and perhaps give up on that hope of leaving. It's rather hard to watch." Gregory said. Twilight was about to protest, but Gregory left, closing the door behind him with his trademark chuckle. Twilight began to pace back and forth, trying to think. She took out some paper and began to formulate a plan.
"So you're actually working on a plan huh? I guess you're smarter than the others. They usually just wing it."
Twilight whirled around to see who had spoken, but there was nothing behind her. "Hello?" She called hesitantly, afraid of what might call back.
"Hello." The voice seemed to be coming from behind the wall. "Who are you?" Twilight asked. "They call me Nekozombie."
"Nekozombie?" Twilight asked. Neko meaning feline, zombie meaning undead, Twilight thought, suddenly weary of the voice. "You don't need to be afraid of me. I don't bite; can't anymore." Nekozombie said sadly. "What do you mean?" Twilight asked. Nekozombie sighed and told Twilight his tale. How he'd once been a peaceful cat, with lovely black fur. Then they, whoever they were, came into his room in the middle of the night and sewed his face. His mouth, eyes, nose, ears, everything; like a patchwork quilt. Twilight gasped. "Yeah, nowadays everyone at Gregory House sleeps with their door locked. You might want to do the same." Twilight magically locked her door; she wondered why she hadn't been doing so from the start.
"Nekozombie, you mentioned others. What did you mean?" Twilight asked. Twilight could hear Nekozombie sigh. "It happens every so often. Someone comes in, and they don't get out. Not for lack of trying. They don't die, but they might as well.
There are only two I can remember. The first was Steven Hanawa. Now most just call him Salary man. The second was a girl. I forget her name. She was better at it than Steven. When something happened to her, she fought back; Steven usually just ran. Neither of them ever tried to make a plan though." So this house claims victims regularly, Twilight though, maybe I can save the other two. Twilight shook her head. Nekozombie had made it clear they were already lost to the world; she needed to focus on saving herself. Even as she thought this, she knew it wasn't true.