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Apartment 214

By abrown542 All Rights Reserved ©


Chapter 1.

Hey guys, this blogger disappeared after this final post.. Then, I found this newspaper article. What do you guys think, cause now I'm more confused than before.

Have you ever been to a haunted house that seemed a little bit too...real? The actors seemed to be in actual pain, or actually crazy? That was the case with apartment 214. It was proclaimed “The scariest, most realistic house” You’ll ever go to. The thing about it though, was absolutely nobody knew where it was. The cost was free, but you must have an invite to go. Apparently, you get blindfolded and sit in a van for an hour. This van is back. That’s really all we know about getting there. Some people have tried to take their phones, but right away they strip you of electronics. So, nobody really had proof it even existed. I didn’t believe it really existed to be honest. I’m one of those skeptical people who have to see proof before i believe it. But then, I got the invite. An email asking me if I would like to be the, “first person to go to the completely redesigned frightening ‘Apartment 214’.” Me, being a curious journalist, emailed back saying I would, but they would need me to allow to bring my camera. I said I would give them promotion and they would be booming with business. Of course, that last part wasn’t true, but I did want to take pictures and do a story for the newspaper. I got a response from a different email saying that was okay, and they would get me at 8:00. How they got my address, I still don’t know. But, saying I would go, is the biggest mistake I have ever made. At 8 o clock I was waiting outside, when I was blindfolded from behind and thrown in a car. A little bit too violent, but it was whatever. I already expected this. We drove for what seemed like hours, when I was put on some sort of bed and strapped down. Still blindfolded, I felt myself being wheeled. The eerie creaking of the wheels and my breathing is all I heard. I hadn’t even made it inside yet, and I was already creeped the hell out. I heard men talking, pushing the bed I was in. Then I heard doors open and was pushed inside. The blindfold was removed, but it was pitch black. I realized I was strapped in a hospital bed. I unbuckled it and sat up. My eyes couldn’t adjust to the darkness. It was creepy. I stood up, but my legs failed me, cause I sat so long. I fell face first onto a padded floor. I thought to myself, “That’s weird.” and stood up slowly.

That’s when I heard it. Breathing, slow and ragged. Someone else was in there with me, and he was getting closer. I’m not one to be scared of the dark, but your mind plays tricks on you sometimes. I imagined some clown in the corner, just waiting for me to get close to him so he could jump out and make me piss myself. Oh God, how I wish I was right. The lights then flickered on. They were bright, artificial lights that blinded me. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust. When they did, I found the source of the breathing. I was in a all white padded room with what looked like an observation window taking up half of it. In a corner, a boy around 10 sat. He wore a straitjacket, his back facing me. He had black hair, and was just staring at the wall. Then the lights flashed back off. My eyes adjusted to the darkness again, but I heard a thump. It was extremely loud, and I heard the little boy crying. I found myself tensed up. He then started screaming. Bloodcurdling, dream haunting screams you never want to hear. When the lights flickered on again, the boy was slamming his head against the wall. The only difference was now my environment changed. The floor was still padded, but the wall was now cement. The boy was banging his head on the cement wall, over and over, and blood was dripping from his head. He did this for 2 more minutes, until the wall was splattered with his blood. Then he turned to me. What I saw would haunt me for the rest of my life. The boys head was split and flattened out. His teeth were chipped, and his tongue was bit off. His nose was broken in about 4 places, mashing everywhere on his face. His eyes had dark bags under them, and they were bloodshot. They had no color. I shit you not, this kid had white eyes. He wasn’t wearing contacts, either. He smiled at me and said “Daddy asked me to do this. I love him, and i will do anything for him.” I rushed at the boy, reaching out to stop him from continuing. But when I reached him, he simply vanished. In thin air. I’m not talking about a mind trick, either. This kid was there one second, and the next he was... Gone. Where the blood splatter was laid a door. I walked over to it, turned the knob. The door opened right away. The hallway beyond it was pitch black. Before I left, I decided to snap a few pictures, only to find that my camera had broken somehow. I reached in my pocket, and my phone was there, completely fine. I would have to take pictures with this. I took a picture of the blood and walked forward. My body tensed as I entered the darkness. As soon as I stepped out of the room, the door behind me slammed, and I heard a childs laughter. Then I heard the pounding again. Out of instinct, I turned and banged on the door. But, the banging just got louder. I turned back around and a woman stood in front of me. I jumped back, and hit my head on the door. “You scared the fuck out of me,” I said, getting a little aggravated. “That language isn’t necessary”, was all she said. She had a white dress on, but that’s all I could see. Suddenly, the a dim light snapped on. The woman in front of me would haunt me for the rest of my life. She had 3 bloodstains dripping down her dress. She had blonde hair, and had bright blue eyes. She was skinny, and held one hand behind her back. “What the fuck,” I said, my voice shaking. “I said NOT TO USE THAT LANGUAGE!”, she yelled. Her eyes squinted and she removed her hand from behind her back. In it was a bloody kitchen knife. She approached me, ever so slowly. She wasn’t walking though. In fact, her feet hadn’t even touched the ground. She was floating towards me. My heart raced. Every time the light flickered, her face changed. In the dark, she had a rotting face. Her smile was half bone, half flesh. As she approached me, I decided I’d had enough. I said “OKAY I’M DONE. I CAN’T DO THIS.” But she didn’t stop. Instead, a small laugh creeped from her lips. Adrenalin was pumping through me, and I rushed at her. I thought I would collide with her, but instead I went right through her. When I turned around, she was gone. I made my way down the hall, thinking they have really good projections. When I finally reached the door, I entered it. It led me to a small apartment. That’s when I knew that I was almost done. I breathed a breath of relief, and walked forward, sweating. The door closed behind me. This time, it was slow. I heard it creek shut. The apartment was your average small apartment. The kitchen was to the left, a bedroom to the right, and straight ahead was the living room. This wasn’t any ordinary living room, though. Instead of a couch and TV, there was a hospital bed. Beside lay a stand with bloody tools inside. The blood was still wet, and the odor was ridiculous. I put my shirt in front of my nose as an attempt to block out the smell. It didn’t work. I then heard behind me, “Lay down.” The voice was deep and powerful, making me jump. I automatically said “No. I’m done. I want to leave.” The voice said “You are already done? You want to leave my house? Is it not good enough for you?” A skinny doctor walked out of the bedroom. He was short, had a shaved head, beard, with small glasses over his blue beady eyes. His presence gave the room a creepy vibe, one I didn’t like. He had bloody gloves on, and when his door opened, the stench became overpowering. “This house is incredibly good. you have amazing actors, sir” I said, and I meant it. He only laughed. He walked over to the middle of the room, and stared at the bed. His eyes carried a sadness. But, his eyes also seemed emotionless. Soulless. I reached my hand in my pocket in search of my phone. It was there. I pulled it out. “I will call 911 if you don’t release me.” The man just chuckled. He stared at me, eyes like daggers. I tensed again, and broke out into a cold sweat. But that smell was overpowering. My eyes were blurry with tears. Not from emotion, but from the stench. “What is that smell?” I asked. His reply was “Well, don’t you see yet? It’s your future.” His evil smile was the last thing I saw before passing out. I’m not going to tell you what happened after, but I will tell you I am being followed. That car that picked me up seems to always show up whenever authorities are around, and a different white pickup has been following me wherever I go. I now understand what that place is. Haunted house? No, that’s just a disguise. I warn anyone who receives this email to bail, immediately. I must go back. No doubt. I will find the secrets of this place, no matter what. So, this is me, signing off. I wish you all the best.

Breaking news! 23 year old journalist kills a woman and child brutally, stabbing the mother and forcing the little boys head against a cement wall. Authorities say this man has some sort of mental disorder. He claims that he entered a “Haunted house” . This haunted house does not exist. He was dressed in a doctors scrubs, and there were several tools with fresh blood. Authorities do not know whose blood this is. They say there is a foul stench in the apartment, even though neither of the murders took place in the apartment itself. Somehow, there was a bloody hospital bed in the living room. This all happened in apartment 214 of valley view.

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