Club Zero

Chapter 4: Crazed

I wish I never opened the door. The room is small with only a bed. The left side and a TV on the upper right corner. One guy sat there staring at the static filled TV. But when i went inside, I felt more uneasy than when I was outside.
"Sir" I said trying to be quiet but making sure he heard me. I called him out again but no answer. I got closer, ignoring my fear for the possible outcome. He looked like he wasn't awake. Even though his eyes were open but he wasn't quite there. I assume it was the drugs he was taking. Whatever I thought. Maybe the next room will have someone who isn't high. I was on the way on leaving the room. All the fear left my body as I was walking out. But it came back as soon as I heard the sound of broken class. I turned around to find the guy who head-butted the TV and said "I need to see if I'm awake, guess I am." Followed by snickering. I left as fast as I can.
What the fuck? I thought, OK if this is a joke I'm not fucking laughing.
I went Into the next door hopefully fine someone saner than that guy.

The rooms the same as the other one. But I stood their frozen. On the bed I saw a guy probably In his 50s, on top of a what looked like a woman in her 20s. His pants where halfway down. The women seemed unconscious. There's another woman. On the floor with clothes that are not suitable for the outside. But she was also unconscious. I kept thinking oh my god this can't be happening.
"Excuse me," the old guy yelled at me and it was then that I saw the switchblade non his hand."but would you kindly GET THE FUCK OUT." That's exactly what I did. Hoping he didn't come at me. I know I should've thought about reporting it but, I rather not get involved. I wouldn't have said that if I'd known she was dead.

I went on to the next room hopefully funding someone who was awake and not crazy. But I found the exact opposite. This time there's was nothing in the room but a guy in a chair. He was naked except for his under where. Next to him was a table filled with tools. I didn't realize it at first but the man has marks. Cigarette burns, scrapes, and bruises all over his body. Oh my fucking god. I kept thinking to myself. I got a little closer then the guy was suddenly screaming. Or at least tried to, his mouth was sewed shut into a smile.

I just left, "Okay, I had enough" I said to my self "l can't believe this, I can't fucking believe this." I was panicking. I took out my phone. Great, I thought no freaking service, shit. At the final door, I heard whistling, then a figure motioned me to come here. Maybe he alright I was this king to myself. That he can be friendly. And again I was wrong.