Make It Out Alive

Chapter 14: Old Junk

Dylan's P.O.V.
I already called Austin's name a few times. I didn't get a answer. She must not be on this floor. As I'm walking down the hallway, flashlight swinging back and forth in front of me. I see a door. I walk towards it, grip the doorknob and twist it open. I step inside the room. I sneeze three times. I can't tell if its from the hypothermia or from all the dust in this room. The room is almost empty except for two beds on each side of it. Both the room and the beds are old with age and dust. I shine my flashlight around the room. Its completely bare. I start walking towards the end of the room when suddenly my left foot gets caught and I go down. I'm not hurt too badly. I sit up and look at what I tripped over. A loose floorboard. My foot kicked it off. I look down into it and see a black book. A journal. I pick it up. There's dust on it. I blow it off. I see the words 'Emily Rose Anderson, 1898. I think, 1898? What's a journal from 1898 doing here?. Before I have a chance to open it, I hear two thumps from the floor above me. I remember that Esma has the sixth floor. She must have found Austin. A minute later I can hear them calling my name.   I look back down at the journal in my hands. I remember the strange words on the wall when we first got here. Someone must have written them. That means that someone has been here before. This Emily person could be that someone. Making up my mind, I get up and close the door. I push one of the beds in front of the door. Deciding that should be good enough, I pick up the journal and my flashlight.  I walk to the wall at the end of the room. I slide down it, and I cross my legs together to get as comfortable as I can. I turn the flashlight on. I can still hear my name being called. I take a quick glance at the door once more. I make up my mind. Shining the light onto my lap, I open the book and start to read.