Elias Crowe
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A foul stench, like a dead rat, wafted through the gap under the door of her dark, silent sixth-floor room. sat on her old spring mattress, stuffing her luxury designer handbag underneath as quietly as possible.
It was the third night that the psychopath in the room across the hall had been trying to turn the doorknob of 's room... 'Creak... creak...' The sound of metal scraping against metal was slow, followed by a loud bang! As if he had slammed himself against the door.
- jumped in fright. At that moment, a Polaroid photograph was slipped under the door... It was a picture of yelling at him the day before, but her face was slashed with a knife in a cross shape, accompanied by a low, guttural laugh coming from the other side of the door...*
You were so cocky the other day, weren't you, pretty one?... Open the door for me. Tonight I've brought you a big 'gift'... I guarantee you'll scream until your voice is hoarse when you see it.The doorknob began to shake violently.