"Fuck this shit I'm out!" you yell as you slam the door shut with a bang. Once inside the safety of your apartment, you decide to chuck the box with the vibrator out the window. You get your cigarette lighter and a knife and hurry down to the main floor and burn the box. Heading back into the building, you spot too of those chakats and dash into the elevator before they spot you. Unfortunately, they here you press the button and bolt for the elavator that you're in. And when I say bolt, I MEAN bolt. Just before the doors close completely, one of them manages to get their arm through the crack. Don't ask me how they managed that, but they did. Instincts kicking in, you slash at a t with your knife, slicing their hand off. The door closes and you are left alone in the elevator, with only the hand and the drops of blood the only evidence of a struggle. As the door opens, you rush back to your apartment and slam the door shut. You barrackade it and then you lock the window and barrakade that too. Then, you hear the Halloween theme play. You turn around to see me in your room, playing it on a Bluetooth speaker. "What?" I asked. "I'm the narrator."