Entry #2 I live on the second floor of my apartment with my cat, Carmen. There's three floors, it's not all that big but it can suffice. The first floor has the apartment's cleanliest people - I wonder if they put them there for show, just to make their lobby look like the apartment's all sunshine and rainbows. But it's not, the second and third floors are filled with freaks and creeps and drug addicts. My floor has the worst of it - at least the weirdos on the third floor stay IN their rooms, even if I sometimes can hear some scenic noises from the room above mine at night. If you take the stairs to the second floor, I guarantee you at least two druggies will be smoking a blunt outside a room that isn't even theirs. Living here is completely fucked, if you can't tell. Not a single person here has been welcoming or friendly towards me in my two years living here. The obnoxious stain of people plagues this building. Until today. When I got back from work today, completely free of my shadow stalking me, I noticed something was off the second I reached my floor. Nobody was there. And I mean you can leave it to mere coincidence but I don't think that's ever happened before. As I walked down the empty hallway I noticed something stapled to the bare, beige wall - a shirt. It was a shirt with some anime poster on it. It wasn't mine, that's for sure. But the shirt was covered in blood. It was dribbling down the wall behind it, and it wasn't dry either. I wonder if instead of visiting me, she visited my neighbors.