The apartment of choices
Same old, same old, you get home from work and go straight into your apartment, with no sign of the man. You walk in and the door closes imediantly behind you. You whip your head around and there he is- EDGAR!
“ You foolish girl,” Edgar starts, “ You shouldn’t have been so gullable” You immedianly see a knife in his hand.
“ I’m calling the cops right now, this is out of hand.”
“Oh, but that’s not going to work,” He explains “ Last time I was here, I put an RF filter in your bathroom, and that blocks radio waves and phone calls, so the call won’t go through.” Sure enough, the phone doesn’t even ring. He raises the knife above his head and slices your forehead deeply. You let out your last vocal, an enourmous scream, and then all you see is black.
“ You foolish girl,” Edgar starts, “ You shouldn’t have been so gullable” You immedianly see a knife in his hand.
“ I’m calling the cops right now, this is out of hand.”
“Oh, but that’s not going to work,” He explains “ Last time I was here, I put an RF filter in your bathroom, and that blocks radio waves and phone calls, so the call won’t go through.” Sure enough, the phone doesn’t even ring. He raises the knife above his head and slices your forehead deeply. You let out your last vocal, an enourmous scream, and then all you see is black.
