Stanley headed toward an old and torn building where the torn mattress laid aside and plopped Jordan on top of it before dragging and pushing that as well.

Stanley placed the mattress on the side of the apartment complex before entering Willow View. He snuck around the Landlord who was sleeping while sitting on his chair. Stanley tiptoed to the drawers and opened them, taking out a pair of keys and putting them in his pockets.

Heading to the storage room on the floor above, Stanley unlocked and opened the door using the keys from before and stepped inside, bringing Jordan along with him. He placed the man with red eyes on a chair. Stanley headed to another drawer, opening it to take out some duct tape and rope. He turned to face Jordan and unpeeled the tape to place in the guy’s mouth and tied up his body with string, making sure he stayed in place and tightened it.

“Perfect,” Stanley muttered under his breath.

He lurked over to a box, where he found a small pocket knife and picked it up. He noticed the tip of the blade, and upon seeing the reflection, saw Jordan open his eyes.

“Oh, looks like you’re awake, Jordan,” Stanley said, walking over to him as Jordan squirmed and grunted, trying to get out as well as find a way to breathe. “So, how does it feel to be in a tight situation? And don’t try to struggle either. Once I leave this place, you won’t be able to do anything much longer. No one will help you out here.”

Stanley pulled out the knife and drew near Jordan’s neck. “But before I go, there’s something I’d love to test out.” He said with a sinister grin on his face as his eyes grew wide.

Jordan’s heart pounded fast as his body sweated, and his eyes shrunk in fear. He desperately tried to get out of the situation and cry out for help. But as Stanley said, he couldn’t do anything about it. He shut his eyes tight and prayed to his heart’s content.

.-.-.-.

Stanley closed the door behind him after finishing his business. He locked it with a shiny key before disposing of it in the trash, covering it with all the garbage surrounding it. Nobody will find the broom closet now. He hid in his room to write up a letter to give to Hilary. He exited and headed up toward her room and slid it under the doorway before heading out.

Stanley rushed up the stairs to the roof of the apartment. The wind died down as the clouds separated to show a creak of the moon high in the sky. Stanley walked closer to the edge of the roof, looking down to see the mattress still resting on the ground. His heart pounded fast as he gulped, clutching his chest.

His plan should go smoothly if he could pull this off. Once Stanley went off, his clone will go down with him since they share the same pain.

“Stanley, what are you doing?” He heard a female voice call out from behind him. He snapped around to find Hilary standing there, with her hands clasped together, her body shaking. “I saw your note; it’s not true, is it?” She questioned. “What did you—?”

“Sorry, but I can’t explain it at the moment. There’s little time left for me.” Stanley sighed, turning back to the mattress. “I have to do this.” He turned back to face Hilary and gave her a sad smile. “Although, I’m glad to have met you, one last time, and that you’re not mad at me anymore.”

“No, please don’t do this!” Hilary pleaded.

“Goodbye, Hilary...”

Hilary ran over to try and catch him, but she was too late. Stanley closed his eyes, spread his arms wide, and fell backwards. Hilary dropped to her knees and buried her face in her hands, refusing to watch Stanley fall and letting the tears streamed down her face. Stanley smiled one last time before he blacked out.