Valentin has a minion!

the Hayt

Day 2
Woke up yesterday to find myself locked in my own house. Door knob turns, but it won't budge. Tried fiddling with the deadbolt, but it doesn't do a thing either way. Have tried all this again today, but no progress. What is this? How does something like this happen?

Day 4
Still no updates on the door. Have not been too upset just yet, as there's plenty of food in here. Everything else seems normal, I guess. What could be causing this? Is there something jamming the locking mechanism? I have no idea how these sorts of things work, I've never been too mechanically inclined. Seems weird to me that I can hear the lock working as normal when I turn the deadbolt, but it's like the door's been sealed shut.

Day 5
The realization hit me in a cold sweat this morning. I have not heard a single human being outside since the trouble with the doors started. There have been sounds outside, of course, but I have not heard anyone walking past or any ambient speech noises in days. Would normally come as a relief, but... I just need something to calm my nerves.

Day 8
Getting worse. Empty boxes piling up in pantry. I've started eating a bit less. Rationing, I guess. Don't need the energy so much, still trapped in this fucking house. Trying to stop myself from pacing so much, will just make me hungrier. Should make myself a drink to calm my nerves. Finished the last of the juice from the carton, but I feel like I still have a can of the frozen concentrate stuff somewhere in the fridge. Should do well enough for mixers. If I can just clear my head, I might be able to figure out what to do about this.

Day 9
Windows won't open. Windows won't break. Haven't tried to open any of these in months, thought maybe they'd gotten stuck from the seasons changing, maybe I'm just losing a bit of my strength from eating less. Lost my cool and hurled one of the metal chairs from the kitchen directly into the glass. Bounced off and clattered to the floor. Not even a hairline crack in the glass. Completely impenetrable. Took a hammer to a few of the other windows. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Day 12

-Hey, been a while since anyone's heard from ya. We're all heading out to the pier tonight, if you want to come. No pressure, ofc.

-Help

-Help me

-Im trapped in here please

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Day 15
Food should be gone. Reaching behind empty boxes, I keep finding stuff I don't remember keeping back there. Not fresh, not good, but food. My hands won't stop shaking.

Day 16
Vodka bottle slightly fuller than I remember it being. Don't know if my mind is playing tricks on me. Ran out of mixers, tastes like gasoline by itself. Could probably light my breath on fire if I wanted to.

Day 17
There's a knocking on the door. Loud and very purposeful. Ominous. Tried looking out the peep hole, but it looks like it's been covered over. Just black. The knocking rattles the door from the force. Don't know if I'd let them in even if I could. There's just that feeling in the pit of my stomach, like this is a threat. Retreating into the bedroom until this is over. I know they can't see me, whoever they are, but I feel so exposed.

Day 19
There has been a dense fog surrounding the house for days now. Wish I'd have recorded when it started so I could know the last time I saw the sun. I can barely see the trees, it's so dense. Fog seems to disappear at night, but there's nothing much to see then either. I never see any lights. No stars, no moon. Just darkness.

Day 20
More knocking. Fast. Frantic. Angry. I made the mistake of knocking back. Just once. Just once. Whoever is out there, they're hammering now, nonstop. Absolutely possessed. I can see the door rattling in its frame. I'm terrified it won't hold, that they'll get in. I'm terrified that they won't. That they can't.
Which is worse- the hell that you know, or the one that you don't?

Day 22

-Not sure if you'll read this, but I miss you a lot. Please be okay.

-Help me

-I don't know what to do anymore

[MESSAGE COULD NOT BE DELIVERED]


Day 25
Knocking has been getting weaker as time passes. Most days, just three or four before whoever it is gives up. They keep coming back, keep making noise, but they're giving up. I can hear it. Soon, there will be no more knocks. That scares me, and I don't know why.

Day 26
New bottle of vodka on the counter. Not a brand I'd ever have bought for myself, at least not in my right mind. Won't ask how it got here. Not completely full, but enough. Still finding old boxes of stale crackers and dried pasta in the back of the pantry. I black out if I stand up too quick these days. I'm getting used to it.

Day 28
Saw a dark shape walking through the fog. Circling my house. I peek at it through a slat in the blinds. Could be a man, could be something else. I don't know. Not sure I want to know.

Day 30
More sounds outside. Metal scraping on concrete, distant grinding noises. Heard something big and solid hit the side of the house hard enough to make the frames on my wall rattle. Have been sleeping in the bathroom lately, it's the most interior room in the house. No outside walls. Pillows and duvet in the bathtub. I hate this. I fucking hate this.

Day 31

-I can't do this. Let me out or let me die please this can't go on i cant do this

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Day 33
Sounds from directly behind the door. Methodical. Clink, pause, clink, pause. Started out by my feet, it's getting higher. They're bricks being laid. I'm being walled up. Entombed. I'm the one knocking now. Screaming. Please, don't let it be too late. Please please please please

Day 40 (?)
Took pills. As many as I could. They came back up. Everything hurts. I can't do this anymore.

Day 42
Have been crading the bottle in my lap for days. Fall asleep with it hugged to my chest. I like the way it burns my throat. Doesn't matter how much I take, the bottle always has enough for just a few more shots.

Day ?
Carpet worn down from where I've been pacing. Windows are pitch black all the time. Clocks haven't worked in over a month. Don't rightfully know what day this is, and I guess it doesn't matter anymore. It's the same all the time. No sounds from outside except for a low, distant rumbling. Tacked sheets up over the mirrors. Don't want to look at myself anymore. Might dig the pills out of the trash. Clean them off, try again.

Day ?
Lights are going out in different rooms. One by one, they wink out and the darkness encroaches. There is nothing behind the windows. The darkness is coming in.

Day ?
I am trapped in a ring of light. Absolute blackness beyond. I threw the bottle into the darkness, never heard it hit the ground. The light keeps getting smaller. It will be gone soon and I will be a part of it. I can't do this. I can't take this. I can't. I can't. I can't I can't please don't make me do this please


-I need help. I can't do this anymore. Please. I'm sorry. Please help me. Please. I need you.

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Day 62
The lights are on. There is fog behind the windows but I can see.
I hear sounds from all around me. Indescribable. Like a hammer to bricks. It's shaking the walls. It's rattling the door. I can hear the knocking again. Loud and purposeful. I throw myself at the door, knocking back. Screaming. Help me. Please. I'm ready. Let me out


-Hey man, it was great seeing you again. We've all really missed you. We'll get you through this, I promise. Keep in touch.





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