I've stopped counting.
Not really sure what day it is.
There are no windows in this store room.
Night and day are just an idea now.
You have read it a hundred times over and over again. The letters that are found from our loved ones. The ones that become documented and archived from the first time "it" happened. So if you are reading this, Nothing new just seemed fitting to take account of what led me to this room. These four walls, dirty, lived in, filth covered walls. Right dead center of one of the walls is a bright red door. One thats a mockery of my very being. It just stares at me. I swear it has a heart beat. Its evil. This door, I want to rip it down and destroy it but its knows that I cant because I was to it would let them in. So it laughs at me. It tries though, to get me to open it. Sometimes it even begs me. The walls are so dirty. Its amazing how much filth one human being can accumulate. Its not a very big room. Shelving full of shit that meant something at one time. Paper, pens, light bulbs, toner a crazy stock pile of water, candy and soda. Not really sure how long I have really been here. I slept some much but I'm not really sure that means anything they says its normal that people who suffer from solitary confinement sleep a lot, all thought it is also said that it drives people mad. I guess that remains to be seen. My Company, Is really starting to bore me. Miss. January, Its hard to think of new and exciting things to talk about with a center fold. Plus we don't really have anything in common. Apparently she says facial hair is a turn off. With all the excitement of my new found hermit life I haven't really been able to keep up with my boyish good looks. Stuck up bitch, She's probably a zombie now any way. Fucking door. I started to write this because I have finally came to the conclusion I am either at the end of my rope or I'm going to take full record of things that go one from here on out. Almost like a diary if you will. I guess I will start from the beginning, well at least the best that I can recollect. My name is christopher last name is not important because fame is not my angle nor is education. I don't know really what I am doing. I guess If I don't do this I may slip completely into crazy. Fucking door. I was a Building maintenance man for a big corporate building in baltimore county. Made decent money but I have a wife and four kids so I never really got to see any of it. A bachelor would be living like a king as long as he found a place to live with cheap rent. Yes, I know you may now be questioning your self, Wife?!?, Kids?!?!, You keep your self locked in this room and don't attempt to save your family. Your a monster. Well, yes that is true and I have spent a long time crying and hurting my self over it. The first night I was here, The reason why my watch is stopped on 3:45 PM. I fled to this room. slammed the behind me and in my haste I hit one of the shelves and it fell on me knocking me out. It took a long time to get my self out from under the rubble but with my time I've spent in here I have picked in all up and organized it better then I ever had it then any other day that I was on the clock. Well anyway. I didn't really remember much when I came to, I don't think it was so much the blow to the head that it was shock. Finally I got so hot I took off my clothes and out fell my wallet form my pants. Instantly I started crying because that simple action had reminded me of my family. I didn't need to see the picture of my kids birthday party or the cheap family portrait that we had done at wal-mart where no one was really paying attention to the camera. It all just came flooding back. Thats when the door began to taunt me I turned to run to save my family. I got to the door but couldn't touch it. It was jarring It was so close but was the furthest from grasp. This fucking door reach out and choked the breath right from my body. Every time I went near it it screamed at me. I intend to open this soon. I just don't know if can bring my self to do it. Let me write down a little bit more and then maybe I'll I will attempt. Like I had started saying earlier. I am or was.. I don't know .. a maintenance man at this bis corporate building here in the good old county of baltimore. Nothing really exciting happens not like its a big scientific lab or anything. No basement, three floors. I have a crew of about three other guys. One of them, Tom, is the reason why I am in this room in the first place. I was coming around the corner to the store room to get into the store to fetch some light bulbs when I seen tom over top of jay giving him mouth to mouth. I froze and tried to take in the scenario as best that I can I seen tools everywhere and The wall socket was open and exposed wires I thought he was fried for good. I called to tom and he didn't stop its then when I realized something that changed my life. I was still wearing my iPod when I took it off my senses was bombarded with a horrible realization. Tom was not trying to resuscitate jay but he was eating him. Eating his fucking throat. The sounds made was horrible. Something I have been trying to forget for the duration of my stay at this wonderful inn but I just can't. It hit me then that the shit was hitting the fan.
To be continued....