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        Day 1
               To be honest I’m not entirely sure what happened. The fun started innocently enough. We were at Stacey’s house playing spin-the-bottle, one of our favorite party games. It was my turn to spin. Still slightly buzzed from what little alcohol I had consumed, I flung the glass bottle hard, causing it to spin at a dizzying speed. Finally, it stopped and pointed at Megan O’Connell, easily the prettiest girl in our class. Bright red and stumbling over words, we both climbed the short flight of stairs to the attic. After shutting the door behind me, we had a slight argument whether we actually wanted to do this. “Fine, whatever…” Megan mumbled, and aggressively kissed me full on the mouth. Then, stepping back as if it were nothing, she opened the door and returned to the party. I started for the door myself, and then remembered my sweatshirt I had dropped on the floor. I picked it up, still in a daze after being kissed by Megan O’Connell, and turned back to the door.
               It wasn’t there. It had completely disappeared. I was shocked…what happened? I started pounding on the wall where the opening had been originally. Nothing happened, nor did anyone hear me. I looked around. All I saw was a chair, some old rope, and a cracked mirror. Stacey’s family obviously doesn’t keep very much junk around. There weren’t any windows, either. No means of escape. I began to panic, but immediately calmed myself. Panicking will never get you anywhere. I will find a way out.

        Day 2
               Stayed up all night looking for an escape. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. So tired today. Door hasn’t returned, tried yelling. Nobody heard. Or nobody cared… I can’t decide which.

        Day 4
               I still don’t understand what happened. Where did the door go? I searched and searched and searched for it. I ran my hands over every crack and crevice in the wall…it’s not there. It can’t have just disappeared. There must be an explanation for this. I also inspected the floorboards, searching, hoping for a weak one. Being built only a year ago, of course there was none. I then took a look at the ceiling. Still no hope. How? How did the only exit from this room vanish?

        Day 7
               Hungry. So hungry. It’s been a week…still no luck. I wouldn’t mind living up here, but there’s no food, no sunlight, and I miss my family terribly. I have a dog, Barkley. He’s a chocolate lab mixed with several other breeds and about four years old.  Is anyone taking care of him? Feeding him? Taking him on his daily walks? I sure hope so… I can’t wait to get out of here and see him again. My only hope…my only reason to keep trying to get out of here.

        Day 8
               A crack! I found a crack in the ceiling! Not a large one, but enough to bring in some sunlight. I tried looking out of it, but could just barely see the bright blue sky above me. I’ve given up trying to yell for help. It’s no good. Nobody cares enough to try to get me out of here.

        Day 9
               Somehow, a bird managed to get inside the attic. I have no idea how…there are no windows. It flew around looking so helpless and lost. I pitied it. I told it there was no use making so much noise…no one would hear it. But it kept carrying on, making such a ruckus. It was so desperate, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I broke the mirror, and used one of the pieces to kill the poor creature. I threw the carcass in an empty corner, where it’s been taunting me ever since.

        Day 11
               Still no sign of escape. I heard a noise just outside the wall yesterday. I became excited. I yelled and pounded until my lungs were exhausted and my hands were bruised. But there was no reply. Why doesn’t anyone hear me? Or worse, why doesn’t anyone care enough to help? Was I trapped in here on purpose? Was I really such a horrible, distasteful person that I was abandoned in my own friend’s house? I don’t understand…I want to understand. It taunts me and tortures me just as much as the wretched bird. It causes me so much grief, now I am finding thoughts of suicide and self-destruction casually playing with my mind.

        Day 12
               The rope calls to me like an old friend. My only friend. I often find myself staring at it for long periods of time, just toying with the idea of tying it into a noose. I know I mustn’t, though. I will get out of this place, and I will return to my beloved Barkley. I will find an explanation for all this…

        Day 13
               I tied a noose today. I don’t plan on using it; I just needed something to do. I haven’t heard any more noises, and I am unable to find the crack in the ceiling again. It’s very dark in here. I also noticed today how incredibly thin I have gotten. I can easily feel every rib in my chest through my skin. It’s quite frightening. I need to get out of here…soon.

        Day 14
               Two weeks. Two whole freaking weeks. I can’t take this. Not anymore. I am never getting out of here, and I don’t even know how this happened in the first place. I don’t understand, and I never will.
               Take care of Barkley for me. He was always such a good companion. I will miss him dearly.

                                                                  ***

        “Where’s Toby?” Nigel asked. “Didn’t he come back downstairs with you?”
        “Yeah, I thought so,” Megan O’Connell replied. “He was right behind me.”
        “How odd…” Stacey looked concerned. “That was like twenty minutes ago. We’d better go see where he is. He did look rather pale tonight.”
        Stacey, Nigel, and Megan got up and started for the stairs to the attic. “We’ll be right back,” Megan told the rest of the group. “We just need to find Toby.” They climbed the wooden staircase to the top, and Nigel knocked on the door.
        “Toby, are you there?” he called. “You’ve been up here forever, what are you doing?” He opened the door slowly, and when there was no Toby behind it, the trio went inside.
        Nigel immediately turned a ghostly pale, while Megan and Stacey screamed. Their friend was hanging from the ceiling with a noose tied from old rope around his neck.

Description
        Day 1
               To be honest I’m not entirely sure what happened. The fun started innocently enough. We were at Stacey’s house playing spin-the-bottle, one of our favorite party games. It was my turn to spin. Still slightly buzzed from what little alcohol I had consumed, I flung the glass bottle hard, causing it to spin at a dizzying speed. Finally, it stopped and pointed at Megan O’Connell, easily the prettiest girl in our class. Bright red and stumbling over words, we both climbed the short flight of stairs to the attic. After shutting the door behind me, we had a slight argument whether we actually wanted to do this. “Fine, whatever…” Megan mumbled, and aggressively kissed me full on the mouth. Then, stepping back as if it were nothing, she opened the door and returned to the party. I started for the door myself, and then remembered my sweatshirt I had dropped on the floor. I picked it up, still in a daze after being kissed by Megan O’Connell, and turned back to the door.
               It wasn’t there. It had completely disappeared. I was shocked…what happened? I started pounding on the wall where the opening had been originally. Nothing happened, nor did anyone hear me. I looked around. All I saw was a chair, some old rope, and a cracked mirror. Stacey’s family obviously doesn’t keep very much junk around. There weren’t any windows, either. No means of escape. I began to panic, but immediately calmed myself. Panicking will never get you anywhere. I will find a way out.

        Day 2
               Stayed up all night looking for an escape. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. So tired today. Door hasn’t returned, tried yelling. Nobody heard. Or nobody cared… I can’t decide which.

        Day 4
               I still don’t understand what happened. Where did the door go? I searched and searched and searched for it. I ran my hands over every crack and crevice in the wall…it’s not there. It can’t have just disappeared. There must be an explanation for this. I also inspected the floorboards, searching, hoping for a weak one. Being built only a year ago, of course there was none. I then took a look at the ceiling. Still no hope. How? How did the only exit from this room vanish?

        Day 7
               Hungry. So hungry. It’s been a week…still no luck. I wouldn’t mind living up here, but there’s no food, no sunlight, and I miss my family terribly. I have a dog, Barkley. He’s a chocolate lab mixed with several other breeds and about four years old.  Is anyone taking care of him? Feeding him? Taking him on his daily walks? I sure hope so… I can’t wait to get out of here and see him again. My only hope…my only reason to keep trying to get out of here.

        Day 8
               A crack! I found a crack in the ceiling! Not a large one, but enough to bring in some sunlight. I tried looking out of it, but could just barely see the bright blue sky above me. I’ve given up trying to yell for help. It’s no good. Nobody cares enough to try to get me out of here.

        Day 9
               Somehow, a bird managed to get inside the attic. I have no idea how…there are no windows. It flew around looking so helpless and lost. I pitied it. I told it there was no use making so much noise…no one would hear it. But it kept carrying on, making such a ruckus. It was so desperate, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I broke the mirror, and used one of the pieces to kill the poor creature. I threw the carcass in an empty corner, where it’s been taunting me ever since.

        Day 11
               Still no sign of escape. I heard a noise just outside the wall yesterday. I became excited. I yelled and pounded until my lungs were exhausted and my hands were bruised. But there was no reply. Why doesn’t anyone hear me? Or worse, why doesn’t anyone care enough to help? Was I trapped in here on purpose? Was I really such a horrible, distasteful person that I was abandoned in my own friend’s house? I don’t understand…I want to understand. It taunts me and tortures me just as much as the wretched bird. It causes me so much grief, now I am finding thoughts of suicide and self-destruction casually playing with my mind.

        Day 12
               The rope calls to me like an old friend. My only friend. I often find myself staring at it for long periods of time, just toying with the idea of tying it into a noose. I know I mustn’t, though. I will get out of this place, and I will return to my beloved Barkley. I will find an explanation for all this…

        Day 13
               I tied a noose today. I don’t plan on using it; I just needed something to do. I haven’t heard any more noises, and I am unable to find the crack in the ceiling again. It’s very dark in here. I also noticed today how incredibly thin I have gotten. I can easily feel every rib in my chest through my skin. It’s quite frightening. I need to get out of here…soon.

        Day 14
               Two weeks. Two whole freaking weeks. I can’t take this. Not anymore. I am never getting out of here, and I don’t even know how this happened in the first place. I don’t understand, and I never will.
               Take care of Barkley for me. He was always such a good companion. I will miss him dearly.

                                                                  ***

        “Where’s Toby?” Nigel asked. “Didn’t he come back downstairs with you?”
        “Yeah, I thought so,” Megan O’Connell replied. “He was right behind me.”
        “How odd…” Stacey looked concerned. “That was like twenty minutes ago. We’d better go see where he is. He did look rather pale tonight.”
        Stacey, Nigel, and Megan got up and started for the stairs to the attic. “We’ll be right back,” Megan told the rest of the group. “We just need to find Toby.” They climbed the wooden staircase to the top, and Nigel knocked on the door.
        “Toby, are you there?” he called. “You’ve been up here forever, what are you doing?” He opened the door slowly, and when there was no Toby behind it, the trio went inside.
        Nigel immediately turned a ghostly pale, while Megan and Stacey screamed. Their friend was hanging from the ceiling with a noose tied from old rope around his neck.