That door... could it be?

> 5:00 AM -On the way to take a shower. -

I notice the room of a fellow roommate located at the end of a longass hallway haves its lights on and the door is wide open.
*Hmm, strange for someone other than me to wake up so early. Whatever*


> 5:15 AM - End of shower. Walking to my room. -

That room remains the same
*...*

> 6:45 AM - On the way to college. -

Room remains the same
*Hang over Tuesday?*

> 11: 50 AM - Back from college, returning to my room. -

Room's still the same
*Hmm?, maybe the dude forgot to lock the room and whatnot*

> 1:00 PM - To the bathroom and back to my room -

No changes
*Hmm... I...

> Investigate the room
[> Ignore

... meh. I don't care enough about it*

> 2:15 PM - On the way to college-

No changes in the room
*...*

> 4:50 PM - Back from college. Returning to my room. -

No changes
* Hmm...*

> 7: 10 PM - To and from the bathroom -

No changes
* I..

> Investigate
> Ignore
[> Make a thread in SP about this matter

... I should seek advice from the all knowing chinchillas*

> 7: 35 PM - Southperry.net-

*Dear Sp'ers. What should I do?
The curiosity is killing me, I mean, what if... the dude killed himself?
Or what if... he overdosed his sorry ass?
Or what if... he got mugged?

But if I go and it turns out to be one of the above, I would have the -pain in the ass- moral responsibility of calling the cops (because there are freaking cameras in the apartment's corridors).

Or what if... there's a killer loli and I get slaughtered?

Or what if it's nothing? And then I have to drag my ass back to my room after going through the longass hallway that separates my room from the mystery room.*

> The present - On my room. -

After seeking the advice from the all-knowing chinchillas..
*I..
> ???
...*

Watch out its a Trap!

Watch out its a Trap!

No, it's a dildo.

All i know its that he's probably gonna get raped if he enters that room.

Serious advice in the... funhouse?

Do it.

Bring a bat.

Yes, bring a bat. And some bugs in case it gets hungry.

Because moral responsibility is so hard......

Do it... not that hard.

If we don't hear back from you it must mean the bat ate you.

PEER PRESSURE!

Bring a bat.

>8:?? - To Kentucky Fried Chicken-

While going out I stop at the center of the T- intersection. The room remains lit, and the door wide open.

*... I'm hungry*

I take off, and on the middle of my journey I notice that I left my watch back on my bedroom.


>9:?? - Back in my room-

Once I enter my apartment, I notice one of my roommates tightening and loosening his bicycle's bolts again for no apparent reason. It seems he haves some kind of compulsive disorder, for I've seen him spend days screwing around with his bicycle at extremely random hours (IE: 2:00 am). We greet each other as if we've been programmed to do so. I keep walking and stop at the center of the T- intersection.

*The room's still...*

The same... I ignore it, enter my room, lock the door and then I notice... Despite living with four other people, the bicycle guy was the only one of them I've seen today...


>9:34 PM - Back in my room. Visiting Southperry once again.-

I visit Southperry momentarily to read the advices.

*It's a trap?... dildo... rape... do it... a bat.. bugs...

Because moral responsibility is so hard......

I...

> Correct my ways
[> Ignore

Yeah... she's probably the one that will get me killed...*

I keep reading...

*... Do it... not too hard...?*

I start analyzing the responses and come to the conclusion that chinchillas might lack insight.

*What if I don't have a bat?...*


> 9:45 PM - To the laundry?-

After pondering for a few minutes, I decide it's time for me to act. I don't want to keep this up and the thread's going to die soon anyway.

*The probabilities of the room being a trap... well, better not be sorry...*

Since I don't have a bat, I grab my cardboard cutting knife.

Then I think about how will I approach the room. Right next to the mystery room there's a small laundry, so maybe I can use that as an excuse to go all the way over there.

I stare at the door of my room. And the words of the chinchillas pop up in my mind...

*It's a trap... dildo... rape... do it... bat.. bugs... do it... not too hard..."

Can't help but feel like there's some kind of connection between all those words.

*I...
[> Walk out of my room.

... already made up my mind.*


> 9:??: - Approaching the room-

Past the unlit kitchen, I approach the room. As I approach I notice a faint smell of something familiar...

*... Chef Boyardee?*

Indeed, Chef Boyardee gone bad. It's the smell of spaghetti after it's been stuck in a bowl for too long.

I keep walking and once I get close enough to the room I move my eyeballs as far as I could to the left side of my face to try and catch a glimpse of it.

* Couldn't see anyone in there...*

The TV was on but it seemed to have been muted. Apart from that I couldn't see anything else before I reached the laundry. I turn on the lights, turn on the washing machine and ...

*Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-*


> 9:?? - Back to my room. -

~~

My phone rings. It's my sister, 12th grader telling me how she doesn't know to solve quadratic equations and that she haves a test about it tomorrow.

*...How did that happen?*

Indeed. How could an almost 1st year college student not know how to solve a quadratic equation?

I ignore my crapped pants, turn off the washing machine, turn off the laundry lights and start walking back to my room. I try to take a good look at the mystery room and I see...

* Just a normal room... huh?*

And a figure at the side of the bed covered in the bed's comforter.


> 11:27 PM - To the bathroom -

After an atrocious hour of explaining basic algebra to a 12th grader, "4.00 pointer" high school student, I'm dead tired and have pretty much forgotten about the mystery room and the figure covered in sheets. I go out to take a bath, and look towards the end of the hallway. The room's lights are...

* ...off, and the door is closed...*


> 1:?? PM - Back in my room -

I go out to turn off the lights. On the way back to my room I glance to the end of the hallway.

*Can't even see the room now...*

As if it never existed.

I go back to my room, prepare the last post of this random thread and get ready to sleep. As I type this, I hear the sound of a wrench twisting a bolt. The sound of steel hitting steel.

*Must be that guy, again...

I...

> Investigate
> Ask Southperry for advice
[> Sleep

... am tired.*

As I'm preparing myself to click the submit button, I keep hearing it. The sound of steel, the sound of a wrench loosening something, the sound of bolts falling to the ground...

And thus, the door remains open the next moment he casts sight upon it..

I'd read that book.

Immediately thought of this upon reading the title

[video=youtube;9oDGBDUKMcc]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9oDGBDUKMcc[/video]

Next day, at 12;1X PM I find a mob of people beating someone up inside the apartment.

I try to get to my room to get some books and one of the guys flashes his gun at me. I feel my penis and my two balls retreat back into my body.

Seriously, screw this thread. I was just messing around but pomegranate turned serious.
Seems like the "mysterious room" guy beat up his GF, and then the shady friends of the girl ambushed the guy and turned him into a ragdoll.

I'll change my ways and cherish my boring days from now on.

/lesson learned.

Also, first time someone have ever flashed a gun at me. pineapple.

Next day, at 12;1X PM I find a mob of people beating someone up inside the apartment.

I try to get to my room to get some books and one of the guys flashes his gun at me. I feel my penis and my two balls retreat back into my body.

Seriously, screw this thread. I was just messing around but pomegranate turned serious.
Seems like the "mysterious room" guy beat up his GF, and then the shady friends of the girl ambushed the guy and turned him into a ragdoll.

I'll change my ways and cherish my boring days from now on.

/lesson learned.

Also, first time someone have ever flashed a gun at me. pineapple.

:f6:

lol, all that pomegranate I wrote was based on real stuff I saw yesterday, of course, a little over-dramatized or "twisted" for fun and lulz. The laundry part was the only thing I didn't do because yeah... I didn't believe something had actually happened.

Had I gone I might have really needed a bat though, so GG chinchillas.

Since I don't have a bat, I grab my cardboard cutting knife.

:f6:


Wow. At least you're safe.

Good read, sir.