"Help me," whimpered the tiny voice.
"Help me please," it cried again.
Lying on the floor James opened his eyes with a sudden start. The dimly lit chandelier glowed above him as he looked up and focused. He now remembered he was in the Arbuckle suite. I must have passed out, James thought to himself, rolling over and grabbing the edge of the bed to help himself stand up. As he pulled himself up his heart leapt—he was face to face with the dead body of Jessalee's sister, Valerie. Her blank eyes stared at James as he stood up. Watching him, her swastika carved forehead glistened from the wet blood, which had slowly dripped down her face, giving the appearance of tears.
"Puhleese help me," sobbed the tiny voice once again catching James's attention. His head was still in a fog as he tried to gain his wits and find his radio. Reaching down to his hip, it was nowhere to be found. The crying voice called out to him again from what sounded like the next room. Slowly making his way toward the living room, he found he needed to brace himself against the wall. His legs were still not quite ready to cooperate with him. As James looked into the living room he could feel Valerie's dead eyes watching him leave. He half expected it to be her calling out to him. Staggering into the living room James expected to see where the noise was coming from. But the room was empty and still.
"Hello?" he called.
"Please help me, please," the tiny voice cried in an innocent tone.
"Where are you?" called James back.
"Here!" pleaded the voice, redirecting James' attention to outside the room.
Moving to the door, he stepped into the hallway. Looking across the hall he noticed the door to room 1223 slightly ajar. Reaching down he found the grip of his gun, which allowed him to regain his confidence. Slowly James stepped across the hall and pushed open the door of room 1223. The room was piled with dead bodies on top of dead bodies. There were easily 12 or 13 people inside the room. Some were on the floor, others were slumped in chairs, more were on the bed. James looked down and saw tiny fingers wiggling underneath the pile of bodies on the floor. His eyes widened as he quickly knelt down to the floor.
"Oh my god, it's a child," he said as he began to shove the corpses aside to get to the child. Finally he was able to pull to his surprise was a little girl. She sobbed as she threw her arms around his neck.
"It's okay honey, I got you. It's okay now," he whispered as he held her. Picking her up, she couldn't have been any older than eight years old. James stepped back into the hallway, where he saw his radio on the floor near the door of room 1219. Bending over he quickly snatched it up and radioed for help.
"Mike you there!"
"Yeah I'm downstairs with Jessalee, did Grantham get your power back on up there?"
"I think so, Mike I need you up here fast. I found a little girl."
"We found some kids down here too. It's devastating."
"No Mike, she's not dead. She's alive! Get someone up here with some oxygen immediately," commanded James.
"It's okay sweetheart, help is on the way," he said, only to feel her grip her arms around his neck even tighter.
"So what's your name sweetie? It's okay, you can tell me I'm a police officer. I promise you won't have to go back in there again. Hey I'll tell you my name if you tell me yours, mine's Tom."
"Jordan."
"Jordan? That's a pretty name. So Jordan were you staying in the room I found you in?" She quickly nodded and sniffed, rubbing her nose.
"Are you staying here with your mommy and daddy?
"Uh-huh," she sniffed.
"Jordan do you remember what happened before everyone fell asleep?"
"They aren't asleep, they're dead!" she shouted as she sobbed again.
"Oh honey, it's okay, I'm sorry."
"I want to go before he comes back!" she cried as gripped her arms tightly around James' neck. Her desperation caused him to wonder what had her so frightened.
"Before who comes back Jordan?"
"The Pig Man!"