It’s been about 3 months since I moved into my new apartment on the third floor of a friends friend’s complex. It was way cheaper than anything else on the market that a second year college student like myself could afford. Plus I figured a change in scenery from my roommate playing Soft core animated porno games and listening to loud annoying techno music was due. Though the previous owner apparently vanished into thin air without anyone realizing. None the less, I settled in pretty fine, the only problem was that the water wasn’t working yet, so I had to go to a bath house for a couple weeks. A couple weeks seems long, I know, but they said it…

Hello, my name is Alice. This is my story. No no, Not the cliche story of falling down a rabbit hole into a mysterious unknown land with a Red Queen who cuts off heads and a man in a ridiculous hat who has tea parties. No this isn’t like that. A few months ago while I was cleaning out a old sewing room in my grandmothers home I discovered something quite strange. I found what looked to be a small door in the wall. Not super tiny, More like something someone about my size could fit into comfortably. Given I was a rather small person. I thought it was something like a closet of sorts, so I never really thought…