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[Memory Chain]

Victim One: Jill

-1-

Jill woke up only to find herself in the most cramped room possible. The room was pitch black. The only thing she could she in the room was the window which had been frost over by December’s harsh temperatures. She felt around the room searching for a door. She noticed that a particular side of this room was warm and it felt as if condensation had formed on it because of the damp conditions. After a minute or two searching she felt a door knob. She used all her energy on trying to turn the knob but it seemed that the door had been locked on the other side. She now turned her attention to the window. She stepped over a sack full of something on the floor. She couldn’t tell what it was exactly but it seemed to be flour or rice. She stretched and just reached the window which was almost at the top of the wall. She noticed the frost had cleared, maybe it was getting warmer outside.

-2-

Jill reached the handle on the window and as she did so did someone else. She screamed as loud as possible as two piercing eyes leered at her through the window. In a flash the lights of the tightly cramped room turned on. Jill let go of the window and turned around. What she thought was a sack, was a leg pulled out of the socket and bent all over the floor. What she thought was water on the walls was blood, her hand prints were everywhere. She was retching almost sick in fear. The eyes had gone, the adrenaline had taken over. It was time to get out of this place.

-3-

Jill tried to turn the knob of the door again and out of nervousness kicked the door. I have to get out of here; I need to tell the police. With a few more pushes she just got the door open. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy. There was a chain holding the door to the wall like many front doors have, she could barely get one arm through. She pulled back her sleeve and tried to reach through to the lock but couldn’t reach it; it missed her fingertips by about an inch. I need something slimy so my arm can glide through. She slowly turned around facing the walls that were covered in blood and a grim expression covered her face. She put her hand over her eyes for a split second; tears were almost escaping her eyes. I can’t believe I’m doing this. She slid her arm across the wall covering it in crimson blood. She then reconsidered. So what if I open this door. It’s dark at the other side, any one or any thing could be over there. Even if I did manage to get it open where would I go? Its pitch black out there. She put her hands over her eyes in frustration. She looked around the room, there was nothing that could help her or that she could use to defend herself with. The leg on the floor still had a trouser leg attached to it. She knelt down holding her breathe tightly whilst putting her hand in the pocket there was a gold lighter inside with an engraving with the name Joan on it. The gold colour was a little worn, she just hoped to had enough fuel in it to last the night. She pulled up her sleeve again and slid her arm through the gap in the door, she’d got it further this time, but still not far enough. Her shoulder squeezed through too, the latch of the door was just millimetres away from her fingertips. She was going to give it another shot but her shoulder was stuck, she couldn’t get it back through the gap, it was causing her a lot of pain and she yelped as she attempting to drag her arm through.

-4-

On the other side of the door the lights flickered and a door slammed wildly. Jill could hear someone running towards her from down the hall and while screaming tried to drag her arm back through the door. She kept pulling but couldn’t get it through. ****! I just have to do this, I’m not letting this bastard kill me! The footsteps echoed slightly then ceased. Jill could feel heavy breathing in her face but couldn’t see a face. The breathe smelled like rancid meat and was musty. She heard another grunt and screamed. The door was shaking but Jill couldn’t be sure if it was because of her trembling or someone pushing against it. The door slammed crushing her arm. She screamed intensely shouting all kinds of profanities. The adrenaline built up again. She kicked open the door. ****, did I want to do that? This bastard will kill me...

-5-

Using the lighter she found she illuminated part of the new hallway in front of her using her left hand seeing as her right arm was still in a lot of pain, it felt broken. She stepped outside the cramped room expecting to find some axe wielding lunatic, instead she found nothing. The hallway seemed to be empty; there was nothing there at all. The walls were painted a pale mint green and the tiled floor was the same colour as fir trees. She cautiously walked towards the wall only to discover signposts. According to the battered looking signs to her left was the darkroom and to her right was the exit. Upon reading this Jill immediately ran to the exit.

-6-

Jill was met by two double doors. They had blinds on the other side that had yellowed with age and were slightly torn. She put away the lighter and tried to twist the handle, however it wouldn’t open at all. ****! What now? I need a key but it could be anywhere. I’m not going back in that ****ing closet that’s for sure. I guess I’m going to have to brave the darkroom. Sweat had developed on her forehead and her long auburn hair began to stick to her face and the blood on her arms. She pulled out the lighter again and used the dim light to guide herself all the way down the hall to the darkroom. As she travelled down the hall she noticed that all the other doors and windows had been boarded up. She began to worry in case the key that she needed was in one of the barricaded rooms. She opened the darkroom door and luckily it seemed empty. The amber light was somewhat eerie and distracted her as she scurried around looking for the key. She didn’t really know what to look for and was worrying about the crazy person chasing her. She put her hand into a drawer and felt around, she found black and white photographs of what looked like bodies. Names were written on the back, probably of the people pictured. Dear God, I hope I don’t end up on one of these. She was constantly praying in her head. She had never been a religious person because she felt that people should only count on God in serious situations, hopefully God deemed this serious enough.
She looked in the next drawer she found a pair of scissors that she quickly hid in her jeans back pocket. After feeling around a little more she found a key under a photo of what looked a dead cow with its entrails hanging out, horrified she ripped it up and threw it back into the drawer. She opened the door to the hallway but left the door open so she could perhaps use some of the amber light as she walked down the hallway. With the key still in her hand she got out the lighter and held both things in her left hand as by now she could barely mover her right arm at all. There was a lot of bleeding from her elbow to just below her neck, the pain was quite intense.

-7-

She walked out the exit door and put the lighter away. She dropped the key and as she did, the lights on the other side of the door flickered through the yellow blinds. They were the same eyes she saw when she was lost in the closet. She quickly ran towards the darkroom again. She screamed the loudest she had ever screamed. Her leg was caught in a leg hold trap that is usually used to catch bears and other game. The bones in her left leg were shattered; she swore that she could hear the bones crackle and move as she struggled to disarm the trap. The windows of the exit door smashed and two bloody fists emerged from them. Jill gave up hope and attempted to run, dragging the trap with her while it was still latched onto her leg. She took two steps and screamed in agony. She lost the will to live and abruptly fell to the ground. Her took the scissors out of her pocket and aimed them at the hazy figure standing before her. She could taste the rancid meat smell again; she guessed it was the same person that slammed her arm in the door. “You b*stard! I don’t want to die! ****ing leave me alone!” she yelled as a mix of blood and tears ran down her face. She used the lighter again to get a closer look of her killer. He looked like one of the statues from Easter Island. He was incredibly tall, he stood at just under 8 feet high, the top of his head being about half an inch away from the ceiling. She used the scissors and stabbed him in his leg but he appeared unaffected by it. He took a camera out of his pocket and took a picture of Jill as she slowly died in front of him. She stared at his yellowing eyes, however, these were not the eyes she saw through the window.