A Collection Of Dark Stories

Missing In Pieces (Part 2)

Upon further investigation, we have uncovered another journal next to the chopped up, maggot-infested and rotting corpse of what appears to be the missing woman. A nice clean slice on each of her limbs by the use of possibly the sharpest cleaver. Clutched in one of her hands, another journal entry heavily soaked with blood. The following is what had occured:

reemember when I said about them making a movie? I just had to see the actual script. I wanted to know what kind of movie are we going for. There must be more to this just a simple shooting. And if it involves blood and gore... How come there are no signs of any make up artists? This all sounds too fishy to me. And now that i think about it, perhaps my life maybe in jeopardy Afterall. What first started as paranoia from possibly a concerned member of my circle had turned into actual general concerned for my safety. I don't know who you are, but i appreciate your concern for my well-being. Perhaps my next move is to find an escape from this hotel, but half of me also wants to see what these "hotel staff" are up to. It would be suspicious of me to just leave, when they have already made me a part of their cast for their budget horror/slasher film. They might suspect something. They might know that i am onto them. For now, i will do what is asked of me.

First thing they did is requested me to have a change of clothes. All I brought were extras of the same tops I just wore in two different colors: black and yellow. The next thing they did is to ask me to do a photo shoot. Okay. I guess this is normal for movies, but one of the requests from the supposed "photographer" got me a puzzled. I had to stand straight, arms spread out like as if I were a cross and my legs wide open. As if I was forming the kanji for "big" (大) in both Chinese and Japanese. The last odd thing is that while I was in that position. The photographer went closer to me and adjusted the angle of my neck. Pushing my head slowly and also gently, with two fingers looking like a hand gun, pushing my chin upwards to reveal my neck. I was also asked to closed my eyes and so I did just that. If I am not mistaken, this might be a movie of me being possessed or something entirely different. I wanted to ask on what the film is truly about to begin with and why they made me do such an odd pose in the first place but all i got was a disappointing answer. Told me to just kept quiet and do as I am told to do. That's just not fair. I am one of their lead actresses and they can't even share the script nor the synopsis with me? It should be shared to the film crew including its onstage performers and not just the backstage people. This is really getting suspicious. Why? Just why can't they let me in on their movie? Just what is the motive of this movie? What will they gain from this? I've gotta find out on my own. I felt restless come that evening, so I decided to explore this "haunted hotel" during the night. And that's exactly what I'm going to do. As soon as it reaches 11pm, I would go out once more and perhaps try to really find out what the hell is going on here and also to answer my question: why keep the story of this film a secret from me to begin with? What would they gain from this?

Before I went out, I came upon certain text messages that came from an unknown number. Again like I said, it might be coming from one of my unregistered friends' contact list. The text read that I was in grave danger and that I should get off this place immediately at perhaps any chance I get. I wanted to reply, but I also have my doubts about whether these numbers are genuinely from the people I know or somebody else's number. Perhaps maybe the filming had just begun, but who is recording the filming of this movie? If I remembered clearly: there should be a cameraman with me acting as my partner in his or her viewpoint. In other words in the viewer's viewpoint, but nobody's here with me. I'm all alone here. Maybe they wanted to get a genuine reaction from me and that there are hidden cameras around this building including my very own room. Perhaps they too are onto me as I am onto to them. Watching my every move. If so, then what is their purpose of me? Wanting a lead actress for an aspiring movie maker? Not many would film their movies in this very location, since this place is rumored to be haunted. I personally haven't felt or seen anything yet though. The real scare are living breathing humans. We are the real demons towards our very own kin. Now that's scary.

I soon found myself exploring the vicinity of the hotel once more, since I'm once again alone and the staff have all gone home or gone to bed. I went looking through every room again and again. Digging for any clues that might lead me to uncover something darker. I also made it my mission to find and read what the script is all about. I am just that persistent in knowing. Curiosity got the better of me in wanting to find out the story behind the film. What am I, as the main lead, suppose to do? I just can't wait to find out. Now if i remembered correctly they had placed the actual synopsis of the film into one of the cubbyholes in the lobby. I just had to find it for myself and then bring it back to my room. I did manage to obtain a copy of the actual script and began to read on my way back to my room.

upon reading it, I began to realize that I had to get out of here. My heart stopped and genuine fear took over me. As the script read that as the main lead explores the building trying to figure out what's going, there would a stalker following her every footstep. I was right about the cameras being installed everywhere catching and recording my every move then, but who is the stalker? I read further this time at the part of the rising action and the climax. The hairs on my back stood and I was shocked to discover that the rising action is me doing the exact same thing I'm doing now, which happens to be reading the discovered script of this film. The climax being that I am indeed being watched by "them". Added in the back page of the script: a picture of me doing the (大) sign. Each page containing every limb of my body. Also showing broken lines on my body with numbers written on it. On one page it showed my arms with my yellow top still on. Broken lines written on it. Naming the parts of me. Naming my body parts. Another page showed my thighs and legs as well as feet, also with broken lines written in specific parts. This one particular page made me uneasy, because it showed my cropped face only showing my chin down to my neck and cleavage. It shows my neck stretched way up exposing my throat and my chest. And it isn't just a frontal viewpoint. There are sideways and 45 degree angle shots too. The frontal part really caught my attention. There are broken lines written on my throat, vertically going down till the tip of my neckline. I don't understand why, but something tells me that this isn't just a regular movie. There might be a darker motive towards me here and I think its about time I get off this hotel for good. Luckily I only packed a few clothes. Usually my plunging black and yellow tops.