I just finished moving all my boxes into the apartment. My apartment mate wasn't here yet, but I didn't really care. All I cared about was the rush of freedom and independence that came with moving away from my parents.

With that rush of adrenaline, I decided that I would at least try to start unpacking some of my boxes. I didn't really have that many, but most of the boxes were huge and full to the brim with all of my random stuff. But before I could even open one box, I heard a knock at the door. While I was opening the door, I saw my apartment mate for the first time.

And it sucked.

Evelyn Archer. My ex-best friend from high school. This girl and I went through hell together. We knew each other's deepest, darkest, secrets. That secret was the same for both of us, actually. That secret was a huge burden to her and I. Everything we did was almost always based around it. If anyone found out we would both end up dead. Literally.

Evelyn and I murdered someone in our freshman year of high school.

What's worse? She was our other best friend; Jane Doyle. The 3 of us did everything together: sleepovers, parties, costumes, the usual best friend stuff. Then, we had our last sleepover together.

"Ummm.....Stone? You there?" A voice broke me out of my thoughts.

"Oh. Hi, Evelyn. Haven't seen you for a while. How are you?" I didn't know how to respond without it being awkward. In my defense, I was talking to my ex-murder buddy.

"Are you going to move out the doorway yet? 'Cause I have a lot of stuff here and I would appreciate if I could bring it into my new home, Stone." I moved out of the way, but something seemed off with Evelyn. She seemed to be a little more hostile than when I last saw her.

Hours later, we were both completely unpacked and discussing what we were going to do about food. Mostly because we both completely forgot about the one thing that we should have brought. We decided to order pizza. I journaled for the rest of the night.

4/20

It's been about a week since Evelyn and I moved in together. Her movements are getting weirder and jerkier. Everything she does seems forced and unnatural. She's even acting odder. God, what am I doing? I'm literally documenting things about my old best friend, who I killed someone with.

The anniversary of Jane's death is tomorrow. It's the first one I've spent away from my family. It's going to be REALLY awkward between us.

The night of Jane's anniversary, I heard crying coming from Evelyn's room. That was a little weird, considering the fact that she was always a very stoic person. The crying turned into sobbing, but it got more and more hysterical. It was starting to get creepy. I decided to go and check up on her. Jane's anniversary was only a few hours away, so she could just be a little overwhelmed.

Big mistake.

I got to her room. For some reason, her door was slightly open. Weird. I opened the door more.

Yet another mistake.

Her room was a mess. Clothes were strewn everywhere, her sheets were thrown off the bed, and her wallpaper had scratches going down the walls. It looked like a rabid wolf got on here and attacked her. Unlikely, as we live on the 7th floor. I crossed "wolves" off of the list. Rats wouldn't have been able to do this either.

I'm no Nancy Drew, so I had no idea what to do. While brainstorming ideas, I didn't realize one fundamental fact that I was missing.

I don't know where Evelyn is.

Suddenly, I heard the hysterical crying behind me. A wave of fear and terror washed over me, paralyzing me. What in the world is behind me? I slowly gathered up the courage to turn around.

Standing behind me was Evelyn. But that thing couldn't be her. Evelyn's arms and legs were covered in scratches and her own dried blood. It looked like she tried to crawl, but her forearms and shins were so long that it looked spider-like.

Her torso was worse. It was somehow twisted backward. The clothes around her were in tatters as if she tries to claw them off of her body. Her torso was also covered in claw marks, but even more of them. Each mark was fresh.

Her face was the worst. It was stuck in a grotesque expression of pain. It looked as if she was screaming for help, but couldn't. Her mouth was stuck in an inhuman grin and her rotting teeth didn't help much either. The inky black hair on her head was greasy and knotted, it looked like she hadn't brushed her hair for months. Her entire head was twisted sideways in an unnatural way.

Her eyes were horrible. Long, curled eyelashes framed a beautiful almond shape that contained a beautiful circle. Shades of blue with little flecks of green filled the circle, mixing together perfectly. They looked like Jane's eyes. No. Screw that.

They were Jane's eyes.

The creature started to walk towards me. With every step it took, a popping sound followed. It started to speak. It's voice was sickeningly sweet.

"Hello. I haven't seen you in a long time. How are you?" That voice. I recognized that voice.

It was Jane's voice.

"Surprised? Me too. I was never the stubborn one, but I still managed to stay alive even after death." The creature paused as if to see how I would react to that statement. THE monster continued.

"You know," I was stuck in place. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run. "after you killed me." I finally enough strength to speak.

"Who are you?"

My voice was quiet, yet loud enough for that monster to hear me. It claimed to be Jane, but she was dead. It couldn't be Evelyn, as there is no way any normal human body should be able to do that.

"Jane Doyle, at your service. Didn't you hear me the first time?"

This couldn't be possible. I saw Jane die. I'm the one who killed her. This could not be happening. This shouldn't be happening. This can't be happening.

I lifted my head up as the creature started to speak. With our eyes making contact, she, no, it started to speak.

"Confused? I was too. One day I sort of just, woke up? I'm okay with it though. After all, why would anyone object to being resurrected?" Its voice really did sound like Jane's. The way it's voice was clear and stable. Never stuttering. Never making a single mistake.

"Evelyn, stop it! This is cruel! You're being insensi-"

"I told you Lar, I'm not Evie."

No one calls Evelyn "Evie". Not even her parents. Not even me. No one calls me "Lar" either. No one was allowed to call either of us that. No one except Jane.

This really was Jane.

Suddenly Jane moved. It's hand reached towards where pockets would be. Slowly Janestarted to grin. I bolted.

Sprinting towards the door out of instinct, I heard that thing screech. When I looked behind me, I saw that its legs had grown larger and more muscular, as did its arms. How did that happen?!

I ran faster.

Seconds turned into hours. I doubt that I was running for a long time, but it felt like forever. As I reached the door of the apartment, I heard it speak again. I looked behind me.

"Running is pointless Lar. Remember when we played tag? How I was able to get you within seconds. You know I'm going to get you. I always did." The flesh on its limbs were split and torn, exposing the rotting muscles underneath.

Then a thought hit me.

Evelyn died two years ago.

I didn't even bother to dwell on that thought, instead starting running towards the elevator that leads down to the first floor.

I heard incessant screeching behind me. I already knew what it was coming from, so I didn't turn around

I was almost at the elevator.

So close. Yet so far.

I finally reached the elevator. I started spamming the button.

The doors opened.

I rushed into the tiny room, thankful for the minuscule amount of tranquility that it brought me. Then I looked out the doors.

It was running at full speed down the hall towards me.

It's ripped flesh were waving behind it, removing themselves from its body from the wind. Its jaw was unhinged, and you could see all the maggots eating at it's rotting teeth.

I was viciously hitting the "close doors" button, trying to get a little more time away from that horrifying creature. Its ear-splitting scream was a deafening. I had to get away from it soon.

The doors closed, but not before it reached its hand through the door. Another blood-curdling scream was released, but I had no idea why. Then I looked down.

Its hand was cut off and was now sitting on the floor of the elevator.

The sheer sight of it was enough to make me throw up on the floor. It was disgusting. Its fingers were bent at the wrong angle, letting sharp bits of bone poking out through the skin and muscles. The underside of the nails were covered in dried blood and dirt.

I looked away from the hand. I needed some time to catch my breath and clear my head. There was no way this should be possible, but it was right there. I kept on thinking, but after about 15 seconds, I realized that the elevator it was too quiet.

I looked at the screen in the corner. The elevator hasn't moved. At all. That was a little weird. Above me, I heard faint snapping. A sudden realization hit me.

That thing is snapping the wires.

I heard one final snap, then maniacal laughter. I felt the elevator fall down a bounce a little. Reminectient to what I said as I killed Jane, I heard what I thought would be the last words I hear.

"See you in Hell"

I started to plummet down 7 floors. The fall felt like forever but was probably about 10 seconds. My hair was flying above me, tangling themselves up. I couldn't hear myself scream, even though I was sure that I was screaming at the top of my lungs. I soon hit the floor.

I felt a jolt of pain go through my body. I tried to stand up but instead fell on the floor again. When I looked at myself, I saw that my ankle was limp and twisted the wrong way. My legs were scratched, and covered in my own blood. My shirt had red drips all over the front. My face felt hot, and when I felt it, it was covered in a slick, warm liquid. When I looked at my hand, it was covered in a thin layer of my blood.

I heard scratching on the other side of the elevator door.

I scurried to the corner, terrified of what would be lurking behind those doors. Slowly, I saw long, scraped fingers reaching through the small crack to force the doors open. I soon saw its face.

Its maniacal smile was now forced into an open grin, and teeth had fallen out, probably when it was biting the wires apart. It spoke.

"So, you're still alive? You've gone through so much. Why don't you come closer so that I can take you back? I only did this to test you, and you've passed"

I was drawn to its voice for some reason. That voice was no longer Jane's, but a stranger's. Yet I still wanted to go to it. I wanted to go back. I wanted this to all be fake. For it all to be a dream.

For it all to be over.

"I can help with that."

I felt a sudden pain in my abdomen. I felt my head jerk back, and suddenly the need to cough was all I could think about. I was choking on something, and it needed to leave my body as soon as possible.

I coughed. I saw droplets of red liquid spew out of my mouth onto the creatures face.

I also saw that a hand was had shoved itself through my torso.

The sight was sickening. I could only see up to the wrist, but even that was hard to see, as my sight was fading around the edges.

Anyways, it's wrist was slick with my blood. The faint, white emergency lights caused a small shine on everything that the thick liquid touched.

My shirt was warm and dyed dark red. The rip wasn't even visible, the fabric was just pushed inside only the wound.

I looked up.

It took all of my energy to do such a simple action. My vision was fading faster than before, and right before I closed my eyes, I saw its face.

Its grin was even bigger than before. Its eyes were joyous and the smile reached every inch of them. It whispered one last thing before I blacked out.

"See you in Hell."