The Last Time Machine. Forum A Hidden Closet

I had been wandering around this huge place, finding it's nooks and crannies, seeing that I've lost the turtlenecked fellow.
I found, at the end of a hallway, past some closed bedroom doors, a simple white, golden knobbed door.
I open it, and it's a little spacious empty room. My notebook's sitting on the floor, with a black pen on the cover.

I flip it open, and I see that other people have written inside, but the scribbling is beyond legible.

So I sit, leaning against the bare wall, and begin to write.

Ive been here for god knows how long
time keeps slipping through skin
unmeasurable.
No wrinkles grace my face, so I suppose that's
a good thing.
I haven't done what I'm supposed to do. I need inspiration,
a drug, something to kick start my horror tale.
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I don't care....


I sit the notebook down, and stick the pen in my back pocket. I close my eyes just for a few moments, forgetting that the door to my little room is wide open.

As her eyes shut... words etch themselves across the paper.

"Soon, i will come. When the girl goes."