There's no way this place isn't haunted. That was your conclusion after another week of strange occurrences, screams from above and nightmares night after night.

Upon your very first day after moving to Addison apartments, you were warned by boys your age that it wasn't what it seemed like, you thought the warning odd, and the messengers even stranger. Now you're walking around the dim halls aimlessly, sleeping wasn't an option, and the unnerving presence that seems to cling to this place makes it hard to stay in one place too long. You stumble upon Larry, dressed in a large Sanitys Fall tee, you pray he has something underneath. A cigarette hangs from his mouth, and the way he's sprawled on the staircase gives you the feeling that this is a regular thing.

"Couldn't sleep? Monster under your bed?" he says gruffly, a hint of mischief in his tone. It makes you feel lighter "something like that.." you mutter, standing before him feeling a bit awkward. "Wanna smoke?" he inquires, offering the burning blunt in his mouth to you "Forgive my hospitality, 's all I got on me."