Apartment b-78 was not like other apartments this one was different more strange and more weirder than anything, but apartment b-78 was my home or at least I thought it was before it lead me and my family to suicide,murder and for me death.
When this story all starts at are family home we'll not really a house but a apartment located in downtown LA, my family loved the apartment but for me it was just a big dull building. The first night was the worst night because this was the start to the sick game the apartment was was trying to play. Everyone was up at exactly 3:00 am and was ready for what was to come. I sprinted to my door and locked it, grabbed the knife from under my bed and went in my closet knowing that the others wouldn't spare anyone. As screams came from the near by room I made no sound. I was so tired I couldn't stay a wake anymore, I feel asleep still firmly holding the knife in my right hand, and when I woke up all I could feel was the cold knife pressed up against my neck this was the end and that's when it all went dark.
