It had been a few days since he first moved into Room 302. Connor Abernathy gained entrance into the room for renting. He had a short chat with Frank Sunderland not too long ago, the man commented by saying,
"You would be better off staying away from that apartment, a man named Henry bought it a couple years back, weird things happened in it, then he left. If something bad happens, it's your funeral."
Connor Abernathy ignorantly disregarded the old man's warning and decided to make the most of the room around him, he made himself comfortable. The sudden sound of a door opening suddenly morphed the room, and a middle-aged man with long blonde hair, and a bloody-blue jacket grinned at him before fading away. That was five days ago, Connor Abernathy has been stuck in the apartment. He had panicked when that happened, nothing bad seemed to have happened to him though. Chains now blocked the door, and this was only just the beginning, Connor Abernathy could no longer sense any hunger, he felt like he was now frozen in time. It disturbed him, he turned towards the window and grabbed a chair, he smacked it against the window, shattering it, but chains blocked his escape. He couldn't even see the light of the outside world, it looked as if a dark smog filled the environment below, nothing was visible aside from it, there was no apparent way out.
Connor Abernathy: "Just what the hell is this!?"
Connor examined the street below, but nobody could hear or notice him. He then turned to the boarded up area of the wall to the side of the living room. Connor picked up the chair again and walked towards the boards, he whacked at them with the chair, revealing a small hole in the wall that allowed him to gaze into the next room. The lady who lived in the apartment next door wasn't in there at the moment, the person who lived there before this lady was Eileen Galvin. Nobody Connor would know.Connor looked around Room 302, but nothing had changed, it still looked like a distorted version of the room he had stepped into before.