The woman wakes up, she fell asleep after hours trying to figure out where she is by staring through the little cracks in the black paint on the window. She walks up to the bedroom door and places her ear against it, wondering if she can hear something. She can hear the TV blasting on the ground floor, she focuses on what they’re watching.

And in further news, the police reported the missing persons again. Have you seen these people? They were kidnapped in broad daylight on the fourth of October. No one has seen or heard from them up to the day of today. In case you’ve seen them, or have any tips, please call the anonymous police hotline.

The woman gasps, they’re on the news again, and it seems they’ve shown their pictures. Maybe someone has seen her on her run through the little town earlier, or when they drag her out of the car, she wonders. But not much time to think, she hears footsteps coming up the stairs, towards the little room in the attic where they’ve locked her in. She quickly rushes towards the bed and sits down. The lock unlocks and the door slowly opens. An older woman opens the door and peeks around the corner. She makes a little giggling sound when she sees her face before entering the room and closing the door behind her. “Yes, little girl, you were on the news. You’re going to be famous, but no-one will ever find you, you’re stuck here. So, why don’t you tell me your name?”, the old woman asks. The woman nervously touches her dirty, white dress and looks down to her dirty feet, which are placed on the old, wooden floor. “Come on now, talk to me. My name is Margret. As you can see, I’m an old woman, what can I do to you? I’m not going to hurt you, so… What is your name?!”, the older woman repeats herself in a more angrily way.

After complete silence for what felt like minutes, the older woman walks away and closes the door behind her and walks down the stairs while shouting something to the men outside. The woman walks towards the door and pushes the doorknob down. She quickly realizes the door is unlocked. She gently opens the door and peeks outside the door down the stairs which led her to the attic. The door in front of her, leading to what looks like a study, is open. She gently places her left foot outside the door to look inside the room across the hall from her. All she can see is a desk in the middle of the room and walls filled with books on bookshelves which fill the room from floor to ceiling. When she places her right foot out the door, the wooden floor creaks. She gasps quietly and looks down the stairs if someone heard her, but it’s completely quiet downstairs. It’s now or never, she realizes while walking towards the open door.

She enters the room and looks around. The study looks like not a soul has been here in a while, the desk, lamps and books are very dusty. She quickly looks around the corner and sees another door, a glass door, leading towards a balcony or terrace of some kind. She quickly rushes over to the door to look outside, it is a large balcony and clearly located at the back side of the house. She opens the door and walks outside while quickly looking left and right to figure out if someone will be able to see her. Immediately, she looks down the balcony and spots an iron stairway down, it’s one from those movies where the dumb blonde rushes to while she’s being chased by a killer. It’s attached to the brick wall of the house and does not look very safe. She inspects the area further and notices the stairs lead to a big garden, a long field of grass surrounded by 6 foot high bushes. At the end of the garden she sees a little wooden shed and right behind it a little creek followed by a big open field. She wonders if she could quietly go down the stairway and run towards the open field, but it sounds like a very bad idea. Just when she wants to look around for other possibilities, she hears someone walking up the stairs from the ground floor up to the second, she has no time and needs to get back to the room they put her into. She rushes down the room as quietly as possible, closes the door and sits back on the bed.