You didn’t believe in curses, even though your parents did. You were a simple man, who was part of a family. Curses, evils were nothing new to you. But you decided to try and run. You took a bus and escaped the town you knew. You managed to find an apartment, but horrors were everywhere, regardless you went. You realized that this place wasn’t as normal as you thought it was, when the janitor gave you a list of rules followed by each tenant:

Be inside your apartment room by 11 PM. Don’t wanna stay out too late. Lock your windows and close the curtains before you sleep. Don’t mind the small noises and little steps you hear outside, those are just the critters. The rules were weird but the most important one was this: when you hear three knocks at the door, be ready with payment. Anything will do, even a simple coin. Just do not resist. Your locked door won’t save you when they come.

The janitor mentions that the thing taking payments likes to be called Renwick.

Who were they? You didn’t know. You weren’t well off, and you were terrified. But this was the only place you could afford. Rent was dirt cheap, and you needed shelter from the elements. So you took it.

Your apartment was Room 303 on the third floor. So far, things were looking well. But you heard the door unlock one night, and you had no coins, nothing to give. You were scared, terrified. You reached for the first thing you could find: a small red rose. The rules mentioned that the thing accepts anything as payment so you closed your eyes, and held out the rose with a shaking hand. You felt something, someone pick it up from your hand.

You were paralyzed with fear, as you realized the entity did not leave yet. You could keep your eyes shut and wait for the sound of your door to shut and lock.