Alex

My name is Christina Morris.

Please tell my family I love them and that I'm sorry.

I can't wish them all goodbye.

I found another note someone slid it under my bed about an hour ago.

Well, as you can see, I made it through the night.

I'm alive, but regrettably, I'm also somehow still in hell before I start.

I would like to thank you for all your words of encouragement.

I know many of you are thinking that I'm neither making this all up or just someone who's looking to write a good story for the sake of entertainment.

But I can assure you, everything I'm experiencing is real.

Whether or not you believe what you've read so far is up to you.

But I want to thank you nonetheless for being here.

It's silly, but interacting with you guys was really the only thing keeping me sane.

There are no words to describe how grateful I am to all of you.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Anyways, a lot has happened.

A lot.

Unfortunately, it doesn't seem like this place is very keen on letting me go.

The man did come to my room last night.

I saw his footsteps.

I also saw he wore very blacksy, darker than any colour I have ever seen before.