>>5450863 >>5451273With a sudden push, you force the door open. Light creeps in from the hallway, revealing a floor made of the same golden-brown carpeting used throughout much of the house and... nothing else. Alarm bells are still ringing somewhere within you, but you do your best to calm down. The young man's face is no longer quite as pale, and his breathing has slowed. You begin processing yourself as yourself, instead of from some disassociated point of view. You are standing in front of an open doorway, and after a pause, take a step forwards.
You flick on the light as you enter the room- it still works. What's revealed before you is a rather simplistic bedroom. The entranceway is rather bare and contains a door leading to a bathroom. Most of the furniture is a bit further in. There's a large wooden desk with a few piles of papers and books on it, but it all seems very orderly. Either someone organized it after your uncle passed, or he probably didn't sit at it very much. To the right of it are a couple of bookshelves. A quick glance reveals that his tastes were rather ecliptic. Inclusions range from thick tomes on the history of Ancient Rome and classic novels to cheesy 80s sci-fi novels and the entire Twilight Saga. A great many years of Playboy magazines sit on the bottom shelf. Unlike the desk the books do have signs of use, leading you to conclude that he simply liked reading... well, anything
To the left is a large bed. A wooden chest sits at the foot of it and a window with the curtains drawn tight at the bed's head. Across from it is an old television set, a dresser, and what can only be described as an excessive number of VHS tapes. Even further left is the closet, which you would imagine used to have clothes, but is now mostly empty, sans a few odds and ends.
After finally absolutely nothing to warrant your fear, you manage to calm down. This is clearly just your uncle's bedroom. You lie down on the bed for a moment and stare up at the ceiling. Comfy. Just as you're about to get up however, you notice something. A quiet noise. You have to strain your ears for a few moments before you can identify it. Is that... sobbing?
The panic comes back as you sit up. You can still barely make it out. The sound of a man sobbing, like he's absolutely wracked with grief. You frantically look around the room as you try to identify the source of the noise, even peering into boxes and looking under furniture. Before you can ascertain the source however, it just fades away, as if an illusion. You stay in the room searching for several minutes longer, but you neither hear it again or find anything that could've caused it. The cable is disconnected, the VCR empty, and you don't spot anything like a CD player or a Walkman. There is no explanation that can comfort you.
