Finding a notebook filled with dark poems wasn't on May's list of expectations for looking around in her attic. As she looks through an old box, she comes across a worn notebook with a stained front cover and pages, all the words written in a cursive May can barely understand.

"Hello, hello, come with me

Hello, hello, please come with me,

Come with me to hell, hello, hello,

We are all dead,"

One of them read. It confused and scared her. Attempting to put the book down didn't help, either.

After tossing the notebook down on the dusty floor, it opened itself to a page titled "May."

"May was a good girl.

Never did wrong.

But one day, she found me,

And opened me, so rudely.

Without hesitation, water emerged from the walls,

Devouring May, the good turned bad."

The book snapped closed.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

May looked around worriedly, standing up from her crouching position. She knew something was wrong. She just didn't know what.

Suddenly, the small skylight in the attic burst open, the glass falling from above and crashing onto the ground. She screams as her arm is cut with a thick shard of glass, blood slowly oozing out of the gash.

Rain poured in through it, filling up the entire room. The window shut, trapping May inside the water filled attic.

Two hands grabbed May, dragging her below as she continues to scream. The water is lined with blood, and several bubbles show on the surface of the water. May was never seen again.