It's been a week since we received the first shipment of meat. The howling has gotten unbearable since then.
I'll admit it. I have to admit it. Everyone knows, anyway!
The howling! The howling and the splatting!
I was the one who made the decision. I was the one who placed the order. How could I have known?
Good lord, make it stop! Please, God, MAKE IT STOP!
I'm just an office manager, for chrissake. I never had to make decisions like this before! It was always staples and post-its. My greatest delimma was post-consumer recycled content percentages!
I haven't slept in three days. I'm bleeding from the ears. My fingernails... I don't remember what happened to my fingernails. Bloody streaks on the door?
Are those mine?
I was just trying to save money. Feed them meat, okay, I could feed them meat, but it didn't have to be so expensive. That wasn't even the point of the experiment!
I'm so tired. I can almost get sleep, but it doesn't work. I've been nodding off again and again for hours.
It's warmer in here, and the smell has gotten worse, so much worse.
Why do they scream like that? Like... children! I sweat to God, after the first day, they started to sound like little children! Like little children! Like little children!
I'll try singing them again, but I don't think it will work. Hush little baby... don't say a word... momma's gonna buy you...
I can't! I can't! Frank's face! His FACE!
Frank tried singing to them at first. It worked. It worked, at first.
Frank is the only reason we could get to the control booth. Frank is the only reason the rest of us are alive.
The windows are completely covered. Thank God they were reinforced, or we'd be dead by now.
It was just meat. The point wasn't the kind of meat. The point wasn't meat at all! It was just a part of the experiment. Why shouldn't lunchmeat have been fine? HAVE YOU TRIED TO GET FUNDING LATELY?
Sometimes it gets so bad sometimes, I think it's quiet. I think it's all stopped. It's like something in my brain won't let me notice it. And then I realize that I've been hearing it all along, and it's there again.
How can they do it? How can they go without sleep for this long?
Frank is dead! Goddamnit, Frank is DEAD! Why can't anyone say it? He hasn't moved in a day! He isn't breathing! His eyes have gone white!
Frank always had such beautiful eyes.
It's not as easy as you'd think, being stuck in here. There's food, and there's water, and if we wanted to, I suppose we could shut off the lights.
But it's getting warm in here. And the stench is getting worse.
And we don't dare shut off the lights.
Why can't they just stop? Why can't they STOP?
Jason was the first to really lose it. Jason was the first to try to open the Door. We stopped him. I'm beginning to wonder if we should have.
We can't see out the windows anymore. They're just covered in it. It was pink at first, but it's gotten old. It's brown in places and orange in others and some of it has kind of a peach color. I swear to you, sometimes pieces of it will move. I don't know what that means.
Nobody knows what that means.
Has it stopped? I think... It HAS stopped! It's not just my imagination!
Are they still out there?
I think they're still out there.
They have to be out there.
Who cares? Who cares if they're out there?
Am I imagining this?
I can still feel it, like my ears are ringing.
No. No, it's stopped.
What can it mean? Are they exhausted? Are they leaving? Are they dead?
Has help arrived?
THE HOWLING! Please, please, Jesus, please make the howling stop! I can't take it! I can't take it anymore! No more howling! No more blood! No more bologna! Jason was right!