Eerie Apartment: The Video Game (based on the Award-Winning Movie)

TW- Contains mentions of miscarriage, disownment, and dark themes.

You’re reclining on the couch, a blanket sitting on you, rubbing softly against your bare legs. The blue light of the TV is the only light in the room; it was the only bill you had thought of to pay. It’s hot, but you left a window open, so at least a little wind blows as rain paints your floor. A bag of chips lay at your side, crunching every time you move. Your hair is a mess, and your pajamas are a little too big, but it was the cheapest ones you could find.

It’s been a week since you were laid off. You can’t find another job quick enough. The dollar signs in grocery stores light up, saying ‘you can’t afford me’. You have $20 in your wallet and parents who want nothing to do with you. Your boyfriend left you when you got laid off, saying that he doesn’t want a bum girlfriend. He took most of the money. And the furniture. All you have is $20, a small couch that’s falling apart, a TV, a blanket, and a few pairs of clothing. Oh, and rent you can’t afford.

You are just settling into a dramatic show about a dystopian future when you hear a noise. It’s a low, humming noise that shakes your skull and vibrates behind your eyeballs. It gets louder, louder, LOUDER-and then it stops. Your arms are filled with goosebumps, and your eyes are wide, but you just settle deeper into your blanket. Whatever that was, it was probably my imagination, you think.

Then, the sound comes back. This time, it doesn’t stop. It gets louder, and soon you can feel your whole apartment vibrating. A breeze blows behind you, chilling your arms. Its-Its just the wind, you think, looking at the window.

But the window is closed.

Shaking, you get up, your feet hitting the cold floor. You walk over to the window, opening it again. Another breeze flows, making you shiver and step back. You slowly walk forward again, placing your hands on the sill and looking out into the night. Nothing is there.

You step back, walking to the couch and ignoring the buzzing. It goes away eventually.

Your show ends, and you go to close the window. You find it’s closed already, and although you're shaking, you dismiss it. It was just the wind.

You click the TV off, and you move back to the couch, laying down on the itchy fibers. The blanket is pulled over your shoulders and your eyes close…

Creak

A door opens somewhere.

You sit up, eyes wide, scanning the room. Nothing is there. You throw the blanket off, again meeting the floor with your feet. The wood prickles your skin, making you shiver. You grab the remote and hold it in front of you as you walk.

“I know you're here!”

No response. You walk around a bit longer. Still nothing. Is it just my imagination? You take a breath and are about to walk back into the living room when you spot it. The front door.

You walk over, still clutching the remote. How did it open? Only one other person has a key.

Michelle.

“Michelle? Are you here? Come on out, Michelle, don’t play any tricks on me!”

Michelle is your friend. She has been visiting you since Carter broke up with you. She’s a joker, but would she go this far?

“Michelle?”

The only sound now is the wailing of the wind. You take a step forward, closing the door. It creaks. Your heart is racing. You can feel it in your bones. The remote is not going to do much damage if there is something here. You grab the nearest thing, which happens to be a statuette your mother gave you before she disowned you. At least it will be put to good use other than collecting dust and serving as a reminder of your own unfortunate family situation.

Your mother used to be loving. Now, she hates you because you got pregnant at 17 by your ex-boyfriend against her religious beliefs and warnings. Sadly, you miscarried. She never took you back, since you were still dating him. She died about a month ago, so she never got to see you without him. Which so happened to be practically drowning in debt.

With the statuette in hand (which is a little baby angel holding a harp, smiling like nothing is wrong) you start walking around the house. You look in each room (which there are only 3 of) and wave the statuette and yell like a lunatic. This is solely to scare whatever is around. The buzzing sound comes back every once and a while but it isn’t as loud. Eventually, it stops completely.

After you have checked all the rooms, you head back to the living room. It is 1 in the morning by now, but the sun hasn’t decided to wake up yet. You set the statuette on the table and sit back down. You lay back, disregarding the whole thing. “I bet it was all my imagination,” you say aloud, crossing your fingers. “I don’t want to jinx it,” you whisper. You slowly close your eyes. You last think I wonder if I could sell that statuette…

5 minutes later, you wake up, not moving. That feeling someone is watching you is overcoming your senses, but you tell yourself not to open your eyes. You are shaking. Slowly, you reach out to the table, grabbing the statuette and gripping it in your hand. You begin opening your eyes. Slowly, slower, slowest…

It’s really dark. You can barely see a thing. Any light anywhere is out. You look around, still recovering from the surprise of not seeing a creepy person with smiling eyes and a shimmery mouth leaning over you. Nothing is there. You close your eyes again, still clutching the statuette under the blanket.

Suddenly, you hear a low humming sound. It gets louder, starting to buzz. Your head vibrates, your arm shakes. The statuette drops to the floor, and you hear the small body break. You risk opening your eyes, looking at the floor. The head of the angel baby is separated a few inches from the body. A hand goes to your own neck, hoping this isn’t an omen. A light shows up above you. You raise your head, your eyes staying on the floor until it is straining to ignore the truth.

The last thing you hear is your scream.

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YOU DIED.

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