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You're out there. I knew someone would find me here. Please keep posting. I need to know what is going on. I need help. I've barricaded myself in my bathroom and my roommate is still trying to get in.


I'm posting on the blog from my phone. It's been 8 hours and help still isn't here. Trevor hasn't stopped pounding on the door. I get the feeling his arms are starting bruise, or chafe, or ware down. Every time his arm hits the door there is a squishy sound like the open flesh of a wound being fingered around. It is slow and methodic. Maddening. Not enough force to knock it through. He throws up every few hours. How much of him is in there to throw up? Either way, their can't be much left of Trevor inside there.


The black liquid crawled under the door so I jammed a towel into the crevice at the bottom of the door. The towel is getting soaked through. My God, it smells awful.


Is this happening anywhere else? Do you have any information? I don't see anything on the news or online other than here.


Oh my God. OH MY GOD. I just got a text from my girlfriend's mom. It reads "Get here fast Dee is sick bitten hurt bad going to Metro hsptl"