"This is Jakob speaking. Night is coming. Handcuff yourselves to beds guys, you know what happens if you don't, all weapons out, no dangerous objects near, etc. Tonight it's Damian's turn, he'll get the keys. Lets hope there's no monster out there to hurt us."

Everyday, Jakob warned us about night time, and every night we tied ourselves to beds so heavy we couldn't move. We knew what would happen if we could move at night. Every night one of us would take all the keys and store them on his personal storage, leaving only that storage's key under the pillow so he could recover the keys the morning after. Only that person could reach the storage and the key, so as long as he was ok, we would all be ok. And what happens when the guy with the key dies? Well, it has never happened yet, and we wish and pray it doesn't ever happen, but you can imagine our fate if that happened.

Ok ok I'll explain. There are no "monsters" out there (at least there are no proof of monsters), but there is danger. Everyday, when the dark comes, usually at night or on rainy days, we all suffer some kind of hallucinations that makes us see our worst nightmares and people around us become "monsters" to our eyes. We kill our neighbours, our closer ones and any other human we cross paths with.

Damian killed his wife and his two years old son. We could stop him from killing his sister by locking him up. Markus almost kills Deborah and all the others have also tried to kill or successfully killed someone. We fight others as they were monsters. We become monsters.

That things happen with dark, but at night we also get nightmares if we fall asleep. Always. We are all here sleep deprived because even sleeping pills are useless now. We are irritable, we argue, we fight each other at daytime over some stupid things... It's driving us crazy. Well, at least it's driving THEM crazy, as I already was.

I was already about to kill someone before all this started. I had some mental disorder and some sleep issues, but I could carry a normal life, I could mimic into society. I wasn't normal, but I was harmless. When the dark thing came, I killed someone. I killed a guy I saw, just some random (also scared of monsters) dude. Finally I was facing my fears, I was killing my monsters, my demons. I jumped in that hole and never came out. It was so awesome to not do it again.

Do it again? But how? How could I kill someone when everybody was trying to control each other? That's what brings us here, to this precise moment where I'm writing this as a note for someone who wants proof of monsters. I learned lockpicking. That's all. The monster Jakob wishes to not be out there? It's me. I am the monster. And I am killing everyone but the keyholder just because I enjoy how they blame each other at the morning, how they argue and how they are always waiting to raise the pitchforks against someone else while they claim to be civil and social.

They are slowly becoming the monster they fear. Maybe if I keep doing this sometime someone will try to learn lockpicking, just like me.