>>5461050 >>5461626 >>5462561If you've decided to simply wait out your time in here, then, well, what exactly do you do now? Push everything up against the walls, keep your golf club close at hand, and send up a few hail Marys? That certainly is a tempting prospect, but what else would you need for seven hours. No, not just any seven hours- seven hours spent on edge, seven hours mentally running at full throttle. If you are to stay awake and ready to act in peak condition at any time you'll need... food? Water? Maybe something to piss in? At least those, you think.
When nothing else comes to mind, you grab your backpack, flashlight, and your most suitable golf club before preparing to head downstairs once more. With a deep breath you slowly unlock the door to the hallway, relieved when the sobbing in the room besides you doesn't respond to your actions. Down the hall, slowly, slowly, flashlight left unlit. Down the stairs once more, with even more effort put into staying quiet now that you have shoes on.
You reach the kitchen from the door without broadcasting your presence. ...Or you suppose, without whoever's at the front door reacting to your presence, at least. The quiet clack of shoe against linoleum sounds out as you creep up towards the fridge. First, you grab a pitcher off the counter and start filling it with water. Water starts pouring and after a second, simply stops. A quiet curse escapes your lips. You could get why one would cut the phone and internet connection, or the electricity. But... the water? Why? How?!
After a moment, though, you calm down. It doesn't matter. Maybe it's unrelated, maybe this stupid fucking sink just stopped workings on its own, or maybe they did shut off the water. Who cares, you have shit to do. You put the lid on the near-empty pitcher and turn to the fridge and open it up. It's not running, so you should hurry and grab what you need before you let all the cold air out.
Cheese, salami, and RC Cola from the fridge, and a loaf of bread from the counter. That should more than suffice. You place them in your backpack- in a different section from Madness and Folly, who currently seem to have grown somewhat bored of their captivity- and prepare to return to your room.
It happens when 'reyou on the third stair up. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. Loud enough that it almost makes you jump. Loud enough that the yell that comes after could almost be described as quiet. "HONEY, I'M HOOOOOooOOOMEEE!"
The voice you hear is not a human voice. You would not even call it an imitation of a human voice. It reminds you of the throat boxes you hear of smokers getting after years of lung cancer. The voice is strained, rough, and scratchy. The pitch and speed seem to jump around erratically, as if shoved into Audacity and distorted several times at random.
The voice you hear is not a human voice.
