Say nevermind. Let her open the door.

From Create Your Own Story

"I'm being paranoid," you say with a laugh. Cassandra smiles and nods an agreement. She puts the key in the lock, turns it, then pushes the door handle down and opens it inside.

From the darkness inside, you see a sleek flash of metal glinting in the gray light that creeps in through the door. Blood spatters your face and you wince. You wipe the gore from your eyes and see Cassandra fall backwards, past your legs, and heels over head down the stairs. "What the-" you manage, before someone rushes out the door and has you pinned against the railing that keeps you from falling off the second floor.

You look up and see a man, his face covered in sores. He's completely naked, and he has a hard on that's covered in blood. You have no idea who is or what he's done, but his hands wrap around your throat. You struggle, but he's much bigger than you. He lifts you by your own throat and heaves you over the railing.

Your head smashes down on the concrete, and your thoughts go muddy. You can only seem to remember your mother's strawberry jam. Home made. It was so delicious. Hey. Wait. There's some of it right in front of you, and it seems to be leaking out of your own head. Crazy.

Then you shut your eyes and sleep. Forever.