Regaining Control

Lisa wept for half the night, but as the time neared three, (or so she believe, there was no clock in this room) she began to regain her self control. Her rational thinking returned, and though she still felt greatly in a state of depression, she realized that unless she found a way out of this cell, her life was doomed.

With a new sense of determination, she stood up and checked the door. As she figured, it was locked, but the key worked from both sides of the room, as she noticed. If she could find some sort of lockpick, she might be able to break out. With a deep breath, she began searching the room. The iron bed was the largest thing, and she checked the matress for anything the previous resident might have left. All she found was lint and rat droppings.

Next, she checked the floorboards. Almost all of them were weak, and they came out of the ground easily. Unfortunately, all that was underneath was the foundation of the building, and there was nothing else. She continued to search for several more hours, but she found nothing. Eventually, Lisa lost track of the time, and she grew tired. Realizing that there was nothing more she could do for that night, she laid down on the dirty bed and attempted to make herself comfortable. The last thing she remembered before falling asleep was the sound of a door opening next to her and footsteps pounding through. It was followed shortly by very distressed screaming.