In a room - Day 6

Didn’t sleep much. Didn’t expect to. He could just break this door down and get me if he wanted. Instead, every now and then I hear a scratching noise at my door. The wallpaper in this room is a murky brown colour with a cross hatched pattern. The more I gaze at it, the more I realises the breakdown in mentality of whoever decorated. It’s pitch black outside on the corridors, I had a look through the keyhole. I wouldn’t know where to go if I made a break for it.
I heard two distinct screams last night. Is someone else trapped? Are they receiving the fate I would if I were to leave this room? I keep reliving those last few scenes outside this room. Him chasing me up the stairs, my desperate search for safety, the realisation of my predicament & then ultimately finding this room. I would scream out myself but I don’t really want him in here.
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On further inspection it would seem the door is cast iron. I bet he’s tried to get in here. Although wouldn’t he have a key?
Food is running very low, I have enough for a short period if time but after that…I’m not sure.