He sat down in the front hallway, staring straight at the front door. He had done this every day since he made that call.

Beside him, a sharp kitchen knife. The door, locked tight. The windows, reinforced in various ways. His home had become a bunker, ever since that call.

Every night, knowing that he was the number one target now. Every night, terrified that they would come for him. He remembered the night clearly. The night that he got the e-mail.

He opened his e-mail, to find a message from a man he rarely ever spoke to. Almost never. What was so important? He opened up the message.

I'm sending you this message on short notice, I know, the message read, But you're the only one that you can help me if things go south. I'm heard an urban myth, and I need to make sure it's not real. It cant be real. I won't belive it, but I have to make sure. I need a backup plan. If I get in any danger, CALL THE POLICE. You're the only one who lives there, near the second location. You might be wondering how I know all this. Well, you learn a lot of things through the deep web. Follow this link, and watch it. Once morning hits, it'll be over.

Sincerely, Jason.

He was confused. What? well, either way, Jason apparently needed his help, so he clicked on the link, and made it to the red room site.

He heard a bang at the door. Raising the knife, he waited for the sound to go away. Like every other day.