iwant0believe:

I’ve been trapped in here for months. It feels like years. When can I leave? 

Sawyer couldn’t take it anymore, first it was talking to ghosts, then it was seeing things, then it was his suicide attempt. Everything was coming down on him like a thunderstorm, he was having panic attacks out of the blue for no reason and growing paranoid every single minute he was trapped in the damn Inn. He had turned into Chester; if socialization wasn’t needed, he wouldn’t make a sound. 

He had been seeing black shadows fading in and out of the walls, smiling at him and watching him intently but he never payed attention until now.

Sawyer was resting somewhat peacefully on the couch when someone slammed the front door which made him jump and fall off of the bed. “What the fuck!?” He yelled as the door continued to slam and Sawyer covered his ears with a hiss.

“Quit it!” He screamed as the door stopped slamming but now there was an eerie silence. And then a black figure stood behind him, with a deep growl.

“Run.”

Danny was walking through the hallways after what he had labeled a ‘raid’ of some kind, which essentially meant he had gone and stolen food from wherever he could find it by breaking into apartments and taking it off the shelves. It was devious, underhanded, and very sneaky but his own supplies were running dangerously low and he wasn’t about to let himself starve to death. With as much as he could shove into his pockets, he hurried down the hallways to avoid being caught.

He froze outside one of the apartments after feeling something that could only be described as extremely bad vibes. His eyes turned to the door and his first instinct was to bolt like lightning. The only thing that made him change his mind was the fact that he heard a voice that he identified as sounding familiar, and in distress. He wasn’t exactly sure who it was, but he felt stupidly compelled to try to help. Tentatively he reached up and knocked on the door. “Hello?” he called. “Is something the matter?”