"Oh, Jesus Christ!" I thought, standing in front of the projector room with my hand inches away from the handle. "Just open it already!" But the crying I had heard had stopped. Instead, I could hear an odd shuffling noise coming from inside. "But... but what if it's that guy from before?" I wondered thoughtfully.

I backed away from the door slowly, terrified to open it but curious as to see what's inside. "Hello? Is someone there?" A faint voice whispered. I gave a little gasp and stumbled backwards, only to find a girl about my age with dirty blonde hair and a tearstained face. "Oh thank GOD you found me! I've been hiding up in that terrible room for two days waiting for someone, anyone to find me!" She yelled with a fresh round of sobs, throwing her arms over my shoulders as she did so. "Shhh!" I whispered sternly. The girl merely looked at me, dumbfounded.

"But..." she began, but I cut her off. "I got trapped in here by some crazy guy and don't know how to get out. Do you have like a cell phone or something?" I asked, with a feeling of stupidity inside me. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, some loud banging came from the door. We both jumped and ran for the projector room.