Author's Note: I had an idea wandering around in my mind about how Kira would escape/be rescued if she was the last one to survive. I remembered that in the book, Jacob was bothered by people who came during the day to work on the hotel. This gave me the idea to write a series of notes and letters from Kira to these people. Written on scraps of damp, moldy wallpaper in anything she could find. Some of them are written in her own blood. Pushing them through cracks in windows and hoping that people will find them. It is perhaps an odd idea, but let's see where it takes us.


If you are reading this, then you are my only hope. Help me. Please. Help me. My name is Kira Vanning. There were ten of us. Two police officers and eight kids from juvi. We were supposed to be here doing community service, but it went wrong. It all went wrong. There was something in here with us. A monster. And now he has me. Margaret. Margaret Gayne. She owned the hotel. We were working for her. She brought us to him. He killed her. He wanted me to take her eyes. He takes the eyes of his victims. There are jars everywhere. I don't know what happened to the others. Apart from Christine Zarate and Michael Monstross. I saw them die. I saw the monster kill them. I don't know why he is holding me captive, but I don't want to find out. Please. Please help. The officers in charge were Frank Williams and Hannah Anders. If they managed to get out, tell them I'm still here. I don't know what happened to the other kids. But I can't find them. Zoe Warner. Melissa Boudreaux. Tye Simms. Russell Wolf. Richie Bernson. If they are still here, if they are still alive you must find them. I don't think they will be alive for long. Don't come alone. You can't fight him alone. If you are here alone, then get out. Get out now while you still can and bring help. Please bring help. Don't leave me here.