The Last Article from a Desperate Writer
I hope someone reads this
I’m not even sure, as I write this, anyone will read it. Still, the best part of my life was as a writer, it seems right my last act is writing. If this is my last act. I’m not even sure of that anymore.
To help you understand I need to start from the beginning, let you know how it all started to go so wrong. I am a true crime blogger. I am fascinated with serial killers and stories of murder. Four days ago I became fascinated with the Elisa Lam story and the Cecil Hotel. Why? Because my girlfriend gave me the idea.
She came down and told me about this strange Korean game in an elevator. If you follow the rules then you can end up in another dimension or world. It was one of the theories for the Elisa Lam disappearance. When I looked into it, the murder and the hotel fascinated me more.
I gave you a weird game to research and you turned it into articles about murder.
She was pissed at me I knew it. So once the original articles published I decided I had to research her article. That was when it went wrong. All those articles had different opinions. To truly research the phenomenon, I knew I had to try it.
So that is how I find myself here. I found an office block near home with more than ten floors, jumped…
