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June 15, 2001, 

9:48 AM

     On the sunny islands of Hawaii, sits Mr. 

Willis in his favourite chair, sipping at his hot, 

freshly brewed cup of coffee in his hand while 

reading the daily newspaper and enjoying his late 

friday morning. He then comes across an 

interesting newspaper ad for a late 90's beach 

house that was for sale down by the sandy beach. 

Mr.Willis decides to visit the real estate agent 

selling the house later that day and quickly 

decides to buy the house with not much thought. 

As he unpacked later next week, he was in the 

basement taking out all of his clothes, 

deciding on what to bring upstairs to put 

into his drawers. When he turned around, he 

found a small door which he had simply 

assumed was for more storage room. He turned 

around to keep on working and then went back 

upstairs to take a break. 

June, 20, 2001,

 1:08 PM

A couple of hours later, Mr. Willis had 

trudged back down to finish unpacking. As 

he unpacked, the thought of the small 

door behind him, was always above any of 

his other thoughts. He yawned big time 

and decided it was time for bed, but 

before he could go anywhere, he had to 

know what was behind the small door. He 

turned the tiny door knob slowly, but it 

just wouldn't budge open. He tried 

multiple times, but it just wouldn't 

open. He gave up and went upstairs to get 

a good night's rest.

 7:32 PM

It was a warm summer night and Mr.Willis was 

tossing and turning in his bed. He couldn't 

sleep. He had tried everything to get the 

littlest of sleep. Finally at exactly 12:00 

AM, Mr.Willis had finally fell asleep, but 

the dreams he had weren't all that great. All 

he saw was a huge and ferocious beast with 

giant, sharp teeth and lots of fur.

June, 21, 2001

12:00 AM

He woke up drenched in his sweat, his 

heart beating wildly, as the images 

from the terrifying dream flashed 

through his mind. He then heard deep 

footsteps hitting the newly installed 

floors downstairs. 

6:53 AM

Each step drove an icy needle of fear 

into his heart. He sat in his bed 

terrified, clenching the phone, just in 

case. A few minutes later, it stopped. 

He decided to go downstairs to check if 

everything was okay. He slowly climbed 

out of bed with his legs trembling as he 

walked towards the door. He pressed his 

ear against it before opening. Nothing. 

So, he went ahead and turned the rusty, 

golden knob slowly. He looked left and 

right, to find nothing suspicious.  

6:54 AM

6:56 AM

He was still shaking and his heart was 

beating rapidly and when he did get 

downstairs, he felt a huge sigh of relief 

when nothing was there. His stomach gave 

a big growl, but he was to scared to do 

anything. He stood in the middle of the 

kitchen in complete silence, then 

realized he was actually standing there. 

He looked around, finally   realizing that 

his frying pan was still in the many 

packed boxes downstairs. 

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