Secretive, but unknown. Alive but hidden. What mysterious things could be just on the other side of our homes? Joyce had an unusual feeling, but she never followed it through.

Joyce lived in a small rustic apartment in New York City. The loud setting of numerous vehicles passing by, to hearing the small talk of many passing by. A normal Saturday night turned into a series of horrendous events leading to Joyce's death.

Joyce worked at a flower shop. She profoundly loved the wide variety of colors she saw every day, from the tulips to roses; every day felt like a dream in Joyce's eyes. That specific evening, Joyce was left off early from work. Delighted, she had already planned out her entire evening. Chinese food and a good movie.

Leaving work, Joyce said goodbye to her coworkers. Driving towards her place, she glanced out her window. Today was a bright and sunny day in New York. Arriving at her apartment, she jumbled through her keys, trying to find the right one for her apartment. Finally finding the one, she quickly opened her door, glancing over her shoulders for any unanticipated danger she might encounter.

Entering her one-bedroom, one-bath apartment, a familiar fragrance consumed her. Her lavender mister was emitting a delicious scent over her apartment, causing Joyce to feel more relaxed than ever. Sitting down on her couch, lazily kicking her shoes off, she called her favorite Chinese place and placed her order.

About 15 minutes passed, and Joyce was still debating on a movie when she heard a knocking sound coming from near her front door. Thump...Thump.... Getting up, Joyce thought it was strange; her Chinese food was never delivered this fast.

Upon opening the door, nobody was there. This left Joyce with a disheveled behavior, but quickly shaking it off, she decided to take a quick shower before her food arrived.

Starting her shower, Joyce was relieved to finally have the soothing warm water touch her skin, as working at a flower shop can be quite messy. Washing her body from top to bottom, Joyce closed her eyes, taking the hot vapor from the water in through her nostrils. Until she heard a peculiar sound. It sounded like nails scratching a chalkboard.

Her hands quickly went to her ears, startled by this sudden noise, and then that's when she saw it. Claws.

Long, elongated nails were heading towards her ankles from a small crack on her wall. Joyce couldn't move. She didn't know if she was dreaming or not. But in the blink of an eye, the claws extended towards her, leading Joyce ultimately to her death.

No one ever wondered what happened to Joyce until a week after her sudden "disappearance". One of Joyce's closest coworkers, Sarah, decided to investigate this sudden disappearance. Arriving at her apartment, Sarah noticed a bag at her doorstep. Upon further investigation, she quickly determined it to be Chinese food. Luckily, Sarah had a key to Joyce's apartment, so entering the apartment was simple.

When Sarah entered the apartment, everything seemed calm. Her furniture was neatly placed around the apartment, and her shoes were by the door. But Sarah did hear a sound coming from Joyce's bathroom. Like the shower was running?

Slowly heading towards Joyce's bathroom, Sarah felt an unnerving vibe. But Sarah never expected to see Joyce's body dismembered on the floor of her shower. Her organs and intestines were strewn everywhere, and written on the mirror of her vanity, it read.

"No one will ever know".

All coming from poor Sarah was a bloodcurdling scream, before she fainted, hitting her head directly on Joyce's bathroom floor.