Oh, wilford.

Welcome home

The car arrives in the parking lot and I take off my Afro wig and leave it in the car, I take off my suspenders as well.

I walk through the front doors, check my empty mail box and go past the empty reception desk, up the elevator and all the way to my empty floor. I walk into my room and turn on the light.

No one bothers to check this building for residents anymore.

I fall asleep to find myself stuck in a nightmare.

Blood drips from the walls as the windows crack. The tap of shoes can be heard from the hall. I'm being held down against the bed I lay on, the taps of shoes louder by the minute, the tapping becomes running as the room falls apart the people disappear one by one, falling while my bed stays in place. The tapping becomes desperate leaping, the glass of all the windows shatters, blood pouring inside the room of abyss. THE FLOATING DOOR HANDLE RATTLES AND SHAKES, THE MAN WITH THE SUIT RUNS TO MY COLD BODY.

"Will"