I made my way forward, battling more monster rats as I did. I'm pretty sure I searched most of this place, so I should be close to finally finding Eve. According to a
map I memorized earlier, I finally came upon the last corner in the hall. With bated breath, I turned the corner, pointing my gun forward, ready for more monsters.
But instead of that, what I saw was less hostile: a little girl standing in front of the left side door. I gasped when I saw her down the hall, lowering my gun. She looks
like she's about 10 years old. She has short, blonde hair, and is wearing what looks like a light blue hospital gown with fluffy slippers. Feeling relieved of finding at
least one person alive, I quickly made my way over to her. She looked over at me as I approached, giving me a little smile. I squatted in front of her when I reached
her so we could be at eye level, smiling back at her. "Hey. It's dangerous here. Come on, let's get out of here." I told her softly, offering my hand. She looked at it,
then back at me and giggled to herself before turning toward the door behind her and entering the room. "Wait!" I called, rushing into the room with her. The room we
came into seemed like one used by actors to get into character. There was a large vanity mirror with a desk and chair used for applying cosmetics and styling hair, a
sofa, a walk-in closet in the opposite end of the room, some book cases filled with books, and a carpet floor. There was even a large vase next to the desk filled with
large and different colored roses. It's a really beautiful room, and the carpet felt very plush under my bare feet, a welcome change from the stone and wood floors I
traveled on up to this point. Thankfully, there are no monsters here, so I lowered my gun as I watched the girl walk over to the vanity mirror. She opened a book on
the desk and looked through it, before looking up at me with a smile. I sighed at this, but I couldn't help but smile at her. "You shouldn't run off like that. Don't worry,
I won't hurt you. I may not look it, but I'm actually a police officer." I told her, offering her my hand as I walked over to her. "Come on. It's dangerous here. Let's go
find your parents." I told her. The girl looked at me with her smile, giggling again before walking towards the walk-in closet. What happened next, though, really
shocked me. As I watched the girl walk away, her body started to… fade away! She faded until she disappeared! My mouth fell open at this display, my hand lowering
down slowly, and my eyes fixated on the spot where she just was. "What the hell…?" I muttered, taking a step back. Was she… a ghost? No, she couldn't be. She was
definitely solid! She opened the door and that book! What's going on? As I took another step back, I looked down at the book the girl was looking through. I went over
to it and lifted it from the desk, opening the cover to find a name written on it: Melissa Pearce. Is this her diary? So, this was Melissa's room. Did the girl want me to
see this? I placed my gun down on the desk and sat down on the chair, looking through the diary. It's fairly new, so there are only a few entries.
November 3 /Monday/
The Christmas show is set. This has been my dream! The main actress has a solo concert at the theater in Central Park. I took all that medication to get here. I HAVE
to get the lead part! I'll even sell my soul to the devil if I have to.
November 17 /Monday/
The cast was announced and Suzanne and I are double cast. I want to play the part alone, but everyone knows she's good…
November 21 /Friday/
I think I'm overdoing it. My body is getting hotter than ever for some reason. I'd better take more medicine.
December 6 /Saturday/
I collapsed today. I lost consciousness after my body got hot. I don't care if I die. I just want to get through this show.
December 10 /Wednesday/
I passed out again… They told me to go to the doctor and get some rest. If this continues, Suzanne will definitely take my part. I need to get better. I'd better take a
lot of medication tonight.
December 11 /Thursday/
Suzanne was burned in an apartment fire. Is it because I wanted the part so bad? God, forgive me…
December 17 /Wednesday/
It looks like I'll be the lead. I'd better take more medication and work it.
December 23 /Tuesday/
Opening night. Everything went smoothly. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. We should have the biggest crowd of the season. And… I have the solo concert the next day at
the park. But I'm not feeling well. I'd better shape up if I want to get through this. I'd better take more medication.
I read through all the entries, disbelief washing over me. "For what…? Why is she taking so much…? She must have a drug problem…" I muttered to myself, turning
some more pages, but there were no more entries. Before I could really think about what I had read, I suddenly heard what sounded like a piano from outside the
room. I quickly grabbed my gun and ran toward the door and out into the hallway, the music coming from a set of double doors at the end of the hall. I made my way
over to the door, took a deep breath, and rushed into the room. The room I walked into looked like one of those rooms used to practice ballet, complete with wall
handles and a wall made of one big mirror. Toward my left was a piano and playing it was…
