Pounding of the entrance door pierced the silence.  The entrance door flung open and Jake appeared.  He was holding a flashlight.  He found me, sitting there alone, in the dark.  I started to cry again.  Jake ran over to me.  I held onto him shivering.  Soon, I felt tired and unwillingly slipped into unconsciousness. 

            I woke up, facing a bright white room once again.  Jake was sitting beside me, napping.

            “Am I dead yet?” I asked.

            Jake woke up.

            “You’re awake! Thank goodness!” he said,

            “Everyone is gone. There’s nothing left.”  I said.

            “Don’t worry about anything.  And the future, don’t worry about it.  I’ll help you.” Jake said, noticing his face showed signs of guiltiness.

            “What do you mean?”  I asked.

            “…”

            “Tell me!”

            “The bodies of your friends… were found.  They looked like they were murdered.  You were the only one standing and evidence shows that you are the main suspect in their deaths.  They might think you’re insane and a psychologist is coming to examine you… if you aren’t insane, you will face a long time in jail… I’ll help you.  I’ll fight for you. Don’t worry about anything for now.” Jake said in a deep but weak tone.

            “What? Me? How can I do that to my friends? The door was locked from the outside! It was chained! How did I pull that off huh!?” I said.

            “Calm down, please! The chain wasn’t there.  There was no chain.  The door was easily opened.  That’s how I got in. I’m trying to figure out proof. I’ll do my best to help you.  Just don’t think anymore.” Jake replied.

            “Toshio didn’t get me… I didn’t have a cell… I shot her cell too. I got rid of her… I’m starting to regret that now.  She should of got rid of me just like the rest…” I said.

            “Don’t say that!” Jake said, “Listen, this letter was given to me by your friends.  They told me to give this to you if they were… gone.  Read it.”

            I took the letter and slowly opened the envelope.  The letter read:

           

Dear Vanny,

            By the time you get this letter, we’re gone.  I trust Jake delivered this letter to you safely.  Haha, of course he did, or else you wouldn’t be reading this.  Well, after all this time, it’s finally over.  Don’t forget to find a good home for my kitty.  Immortalize,  us will ya? Tell the story of us and the curse and everything. Everything that needs to be told should be told.  I always wanted to be famous, lol. 

 

Signed Salina

 

Vanny,

            Fuck, I died. Haha, what can you do? It’s all part of life.  It just sux that I have to die seeing some scary ugly girl you kno?  It sux more when your death was predicted.  It really does.  But whatever, it was fun while it lasted.  DDR 4ever! I love watching DDR haha.  U think I would meet wit Val and Jonny? Peace!

 

Signed Legendary Black Azn!

 

Hey,

            Well, fuck… I died to haha.  That sux.  It’s all Salina’s fault! She made us go to that apartment.  What’s worse, I died a brokeass! I’m sooo broke.  Haha, I owe so many people money.  I guess this can be a good thing.  Oh shit, I owed you money too eh?  Sorry, maybe you can go to my house and take all those bootleg dvds and sell them again. HAHA!

 

Signed DePanda

 

            After I read this, I started to cry again.  Jake tried to comfort me, but it was no use.  A knock on the door was heard and the door opened.  An old lady came in.

            “Oh, good.  You’re awake.  Hi, I’m Dr. Keller.  I’m a psychologist.  May I ask you a few questions?”  Dr. Keller asked

            I nodded.

            “I’m sorry sir, but you’ll have to leave now.” the lady said to Jake.        

            I looked at Jake and nodded.  He left.

            “So what happened in the abandoned hospital?  Don’t be afraid to tell the truth.  I’m here to help you” Dr. Keller said.

            “We were tracking down Toshio, this dead spirit that keeps on haunting us.  She gets us through a cell phone and predicts our death.  We tried to find answers and see if we could stop it.  We ended up in that hospital.” I said.

            A look of concern overcame Dr. Keller’s face.

            “Don’t you think it’s dangerous?” she asked.    

            “Of course it was.  But we had no choice.  We were gonna die so what did we have to lose?” I replied.

            “What did this Toshio character look like?” she asked.

            “Long, black hair, pale face. She appeared anywhere.  She always wore some white gown.  Except in that hospital particular hospital room.  She was wearing a casual skirt and blouse. But she was a corpse.  Did the police find it?” I said.

            “…. Yes… they did.  They did a DNA research and the name of it was… Toshio.” she said with a puzzled look on her face.

            “Do you believe in my story then?” I asked.

            “I can’t say. It is very much a coincidence but your story, truthfully, is hard to believe.  However, I can see how all this is coming together.” the old lady replied.

            “I knew she thinks I’m psycho.” I thought.

            Dr. Keller started to write notes in her notebook.

            “Thank you for answering my questions.  You rest easy ok?” Dr Kelly said and left the room.

            Jake came back.

            “Everything alright?” he asked.

            “Probably not.  But I can’t do anything about it.  Can I have a piece of paper and pen?” I asked.

            Jake went and got me a notebook and pen.

            “What are you doing?” he asked.

            “Writing a story, well, more of a journal of this whole event.  They would’ve want themselves to be remembered in some way.” I replied.

            Jake smiled and said, “Probably.”

 

            A few days later, I found out that Dr. Keller had declared me mentally unstable.  I was going to the looney bin.  Jake fought long and hard but had no luck. My last day in the hospital approached.

            “I’m sorry.” Jake said holding back tears.

            “You tried.  Thanks for everything.” I smiled and said.

 

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