text: [Themes: Horror, female protagonist, atmospheric, creepypasta, Stalker]
  
  > Look around
  The closet is tiny and dark, barely enough room for you to stand in.
  A few of your clothes are hanging on the one bar but most of them are still in a big box on the floor.
  
  > listen
  Rain and thunder. The creaks of an old building.
  
  > go west
  You open the closet door and step out into the bedroom. No one there. You listen carefully but you can't hear anything in the apartment.
  
  The bedroom is too small for everything in it. You have to
  practically crawl over the desk to get to the closet and the door to the bathroom is almost as blocked. Piles of Harvey's dirty clothes crouch on the floor.
  
  > go west
  This is the darkest room in the apartment. The toilet works and the sink and shower aren't too dirty, but whenever you put on makeup you have to do it on your desk where there's more light instead of using the mirror in here.
  
  > look at the mirror
  The mirror is one of those medicine cabinet things, into which you've crammed all your necessary toiletries. It's closed right now.
  
  > open it
  You open the cabinet.
  
  > look in the cabinet
  Inside the open medicine cabinet is a ton of random bathroom junk.
  
  > look at the sink
  The sink is one of those tiny things on a tall free-standing pedestal. Harvey says it's Victorian, but you think it's just plain annoying cuz there's nowhere to put anything on it or even any space under it for cabinets.
  
  > go to the east
  The bedroom is too small for everything in it. You have to
  practically crawl over the desk to get to the closet and the door to the bathroom is almost as blocked. Piles of Harvey's dirty clothes crouch on the floor.
  
  > look at the table
  Your drafting table is the one serious piece of furniture you took from your parents' house when you moved in here. It's covered with half-finished sketches, charcoals and cups of pencils. The bulbs in the two lamps that are attached to it have burnt out.
  
  > take the pencil
  You grab one of the pencils.
  
  > examine the pencil
  It's a plain, number 2 graphite pencil with a little green eraser.
  
  > draw
  You sit down at the desk and grab a fresh piece of paper. You start moving your pencil over the smooth surface, letting it form whatever shapes it wants. A long dark gash on the paper resolves into a man's shadow. Diagonal lines mist into the slashing rain. Details, a long coat, a suitcase, a knife. . . You stop drawing and crumple up the paper. Another time.
  
  > go east
  The closet is tiny and dark, barely enough room for you to stand in.
  A few of your clothes are hanging on the one bar but most of them are still in a big box on the floor.
  
  > go to the west
  The bedroom is too small for everything in it. You have to
  practically crawl over the desk to get to the closet and the door to the bathroom is almost as blocked. Piles of Harvey's dirty clothes crouch on the floor.
  
  > go west
  This is the darkest room in the apartment. The toilet works and the sink and shower aren't too dirty, but whenever you put on makeup you have to do it on your desk where there's more light instead of using the mirror in here.
  
  > Go southwest
  The living room is small, the couch takes up all the space. Some of your sketches hang on the walls above the TV and the cinder-block-and-boards bookshelf. You can see the kitchen to the northwest and the bedroom door to the northeast. The door to the outside hall is to the west.
  Sitting on the floor is a Polaroid picture.
  
  > take the picture
  Taken.
  
  > look at the picture
  Which picture do you mean, the Polaroid picture, or the sketches?
  
  > examine the polaroid
  It takes you a minute to figure out what the blurry, close-up picture is of. When you realize, your stomach knots, the bile rises in your throat. You fight down the nausea.
  
  > go northwest
  The kitchen is narrow, with sink and stove and refrigerator jutting
  out at odd angles. The tile counters are washed-out yellow, and the sink is half filled with dishes. You can see about half the living room to the southeast.
  The refrigerator seems to contain some bread and meat.
  
  > turn off the timer
  You twist the timer knob and turn off the bell. You'd forgotten about the lasagna you put in to cook an hour ago. Harvey brought it home from the deli last night. You take it out of the oven and put it on the counter, still steaming.
  
  > examine the lasagna
  The lasagna is in its own disposable pan right from the deli.
  
  > take the lasagna
  It's too hot to just carry around.
  
  > examine the sink
  The stainless steel sink is practically brimming with unwashed dishes. You really need to get a dishwasher, but there'd be no room for it. Among all the dishes you see the shine of a large knife blade.
  
  > take the knife
  The pick up the knife.
  
  > cut the lasagna with the knife
  You cut the top layer of the casserole, releasing a cloud of hot, foul-smelling steam.
  
  > examine the lasagna
  The lasagna is in its own disposable pan right from the deli.
  
  There's a white hot flash of lightning outside the window and something that sounds like an explosion. The apartment goes completely dark.
  The power's out.
  
  > Light candle
  You have nothing to light it with.
  
  > eat the lasagna
  You fish a semi-clean fork out of the sink and dig into the lasagna. It's from the deli; they usually have great stuff. But something tastes wrong about it. There's something rancid about the sausage.
  You put the fork down and almost gag.
  
  The phone.