The apartment didn’t kill her. Sarah is the apartment. When she died in there, her rage and her sorrow lived and went on to create this… this monster in the storage room. It’s pure evil and it’s hungry.” He took a step towards Nathan. “But it’s still my daughter. And I won’t let you kill her.”
Believing he truly struck the gold mine of apartments, Nathan wasted no time signing his name to a luxury apartment costing only hundreds of dollars a month. With his luck seeming to be on the rise, he shoved a middle finger to his current landlord and his stingy and awful ways and moved into apartment 304. Almost from the moment he stepped foot into those cursed walls he felt something was off. As the days began bleeding together, he began pulling deeper into himself and isolating as the storage door now began opening at exactly 2:19am and closing promptly at 3:19am. At first, he could only stare into the decrepit corridor that mimicked his complex but soon the pull would become too much and he would take his first steps inside. Discovering very quickly how easy it could be to become lost, he our hased hundreds of feet of rope and began going deeper and deeper inside. When he first began seeing the pale and malnourished monstrosities inside, he never could of imagined they would be the things to save him. With his best friend Sam pestering him, he knew he would eventually open up to him about the nightmares and it would do nothing but bring Sam to his death. When the two entered that door together, Sam would quickly be taken and murdered by the apartment and would spit Nate back into the real world all alone.
“I just want to get out of here. It’s so dark in here. Please, let me out.”
What the fuck is this? Where’s the fucking bottom?
“Don’t go in there,” she said as she shook her head. “It’s what it wants you to do.”
With Dolores, his elderly neighbor finally opening up to him with chilling details about the previous tenants, he knows how dangerous this situation is. Telling him of Vincent's daughter Sarah and Michelle, he never could dream of making it out alone. While Vincent and his wife Margery were bonding with him, he was subtly pulling away especially when he learned of the role they played in their own daughter's death. Coming home two hours after curfew and with her boyfriend Martin, her own father trapped her in the storage closet for days before Margery would open the door. Scared she'd try and leave, she shoved her and caused her to die when she collided with the kitchen counter. Terrified, she drug her body back to the closet and waited for her husband to make the heartbreaking discovery. Unfortunately, when he opened the door it was now that corridor into another hell. Deciding they will continue to bring in new tenants, they never once disclosed all the missing people were actually still trapped within the apartment. When Nathan entered for the last time, he barely made it out before the door would slam shut. Offered gas and a lighter, he began the steps to set the apartment aflame but it was never going to work. Looking through his own escape, he would wake back in the smoldered remains of his bed and find himself invisible to everybody else around him. Understanding he's now dead, he can only scream as a new tenant is prepping to arrive.
At around 3 am, something changed. The voice got much closer, as if it was right behind the wardrobe. It also got louder and more agitated. It uttered the same sentences, only this time the tone was higher-pitched and the way it spoke was faster. Nathan sensed anxiety in the voice. Or maybe it was anger. He couldn’t tell with certainty. By 3:15 am, the voice of his grandmother was so loud that it was practically shouting hoarsely. Nathan expected some of the neighbors to come complaining about the noise. He hoped that would happen, because sitting here and listening to it was hell. He could have just left, but something kept him there. He couldn’t tell what it was, but he was sure that it was the same thing that constantly tempted him to go inside the corridor. 3:19 am. The door started creaking, indicating that it was finally closing. “WHY WON’T YOU COME?!” the guttural, deep voice no longer belonging to his grandmother, but rather something more malevolent shouted with utter finality, making Nathan jump back and knock a plate on the floor, shattering it in pieces. Nearly immediately he was struck by the updated and lavish furnishings, but couldn’t quite get past the locked storage door that was impossible to open. Trying both himself and with the help of a professional locksmith, neither could figure out why this door refused to budge or even be scratched.