The previous tenant of my new flat died there. It doesn’t bother me that much, people die all the time, but I don’t understand why the landlord didn’t clean out the old guy’s survival kit.

It’s a big plastic box that is fixed to the wall in my living room, it’s even sealed with a big padlock. They said it was the will of the deceased to leave this survival kit in case something bad happens and the doors are already closed so it has to stay. They couldn’t even give me the key, so I decided to break it.<br><br>I had to work a couple of hours before I had the chance to break that padlock. As soon as I did it I opened the box, it was much bigger than I initially thought, and I saw there was some water, a couple of Hershey’s chocolate bars, a shelf full of canned fruits, a big pocket knife and a small notebook. It was all sealed with a paper that read: “Open once they’re closed and you can’t go outside. Follow instructions for survival”. I thought it was crazy, why would this old guy go through all this trouble just because of some paranoia, but I decided to read the notebook anyway, it was an odd gift from my previous tenant, the only thing left from the guy that died here.<br><br>Page 1: Come to the door. They won’t let you see us, but we are out there. They don’t want you to know. Page 2: They won’t let you see us, but listen. Page 3: He’ll come the next night, don’t open the door, no matter what they say or what he says. He’ll go away once he notices I’m gone. Page 4: If you didn’t open the door last night, then they are already out there. You can’t go out now, whatever happens, don’t open the door. Page 5: How are you doing? Are you still listening? Is he still out there? Page 6: If you’re reading this, then I’m dead and they already took me. He’ll come for you this night, don’t open the door, don’t talk to him, don’t answer him, don’t look through the peephole. If you break any of these rules, he will get in. No one has ever survived him. Page 7: It’s 2 AM, I think it starts around this time, don’t go to sleep, don’t blink, don’t look away. Page 8: They’re talking to me through the walls. It starts like a whisper, I think it’s the wind, but a few minutes later you can hear what they’re saying, at first it’s nothing really, they just talk about the weather, but after some hours they start begging you to open the door. I can hear them now. They tell me that the door is blocked, that fire is coming our way and the only safe place is outdoors. They don’t want me to die. He wants me to open the door. Page 9: Only one more day. I won’t open the door, I won’t fall for their tricks. Page 10: 2 AM, did I already write this? I don’t know, maybe it’s 1, maybe it’s 3, what the hell is time anyway? I think I lost count of the hours. They’re screaming at this point, I think they’re not even people, I think they’re devils or something, I don’t know, they want me to open the door, I think I can hear them chewing on the door, I think I can feel it vibrating, I think I can smell fire, I think I should look out the window, I think I should… no! Page 11: 2 AM, shit! Shit, shit, shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit! SHIT! I can hear him, he’s coming, I can hear him knocking and they’re telling me to open it, I can hear people talking outside and the sound of sirens in the distance, they’re asking me not to die like this, to give me a chance, they’re all begging me to open the door. He’s talking to me now, he wants to talk to me, to tell me something, to tell me “something important”. I won’t fall for it, I will not open the door. Page 12: 2.20 AM. I can hear him, he’s asking me to open the door, to let him in. He’s talking to me, he’s whispering my name. He wants to talk to me. And now nothing else, the rest of the notebook was blank. There was however a paper glued to the last page with the words “Don’t open the door at 2 AM. They’re not people. Only one can talk. Don’t listen.” <br><br>I already finishing reading the last page when I heard the knocking, it wasn’t 2 AM yet, just some minutes before, but I don’t think that was important, it was still in the time range. I didn’t go to the door, I didn’t look at the peephole, I stood still, waiting for it to go away. Then I started to hear the voices. I could hear my family and my friends begging me to open it, they didn’t want me to die, they were crying, my dog was barking, people were screaming at me to open it. I heard someone talking to me too, someone that wasn’t part of the voices, at least I think it wasn’t, who was asking me if I could hear him, if I could let him in. I didn’t talk back; I didn’t answer to any of them. I just looked at the notebook, at the paper that asked me not to open the door. I stood still and waited for them to go away. <br><br>I stood there for almost 4 hours. Then they went away, silence. Now I’m writing this in my computer, in the safety of my home. I still have the Hershey’s chocolate bars, I still have the pocket knife, I still have the water and the canned fruits. From time to time I still go to the door, I still hear the voices, I still hear the screams from people burning outside, I still hear him talking to me. I’ve lived here for almost 3 months. I think they’ll be here forever. But I won’t open the door. I won’t open the door.<br><br>[Edit]: I will update this post as soon as I can! (This was going to be the update, sorry for the disappointment, but it's too late to change it now)