When I made my account, it was with my phone numbers. I recently had to reset my phone, but the back up file I had was from before I had PocketFM. I'm trying to log back into my account, but the option to log in with my phone number just isn't there. Anyone know how to fix this?
This is way harder than I thought it was going to be 😂
Today is May 8, 2026. I write this not just as a way to pass the time, but to also hopefully provide some form of documentation. Maybe turning it into the police, or the FBI, or the goddamn president. All I know is that someone must be fucking with us as some kind of experiment or something, and it has to be illegal. And, if not? Well, I heard journaling can be a good way not to lose your mind.
I guess introductions are in order. My name is Chase Dawson. Not too long ago I got my degree in Exercise Science. For as long as I can remember I’ve wanted to be a Physical Therapist, and I was lucky enough to land a position as a PT Assistant with pretty decent pay only a couple months after I finished my Bachelor’s degree. I wasn’t ready, or had the money, to go to physical therapy school, so I was more than happy to take the position. Even if the position did require me to leave my folks and move across the country. So, that’s what I did. I left California and went to Tennessee.
That’s how I ended up here, in this apartment building. Even as I look back on it, I can’t think of any kind of red flags or indications that this place would be literal hell. Rent was cheap but not overly so, amenities were fair for the price, and the area had nothing of note. It was just a decent deal while also not being far from my new place of employment. My neighbors also weren’t a problem. After living here for a little over two months, I was quite happy with the life I was starting to build for myself. My apartment was a home, my job was going great, and I even started talking to a girl I met at my church. But… as of May 4^(th), something really weird happened.
After failing to open the door that Monday morning, I honestly thought I forgot how. Maybe a mix of morning mind fog, lack of coffee, and having run myself ragged these last couple months, caused my brain to malfunction. Tiredness has caused stranger things, right?
Even still, I was saved from that pathetic thought when a woman walked up next to me. She was around 40 or so and dressed in a bright blue button down and matching skirt. It was Jenna Gomez, a downstairs neighbor.
“What the hell?” she said after pushing down on the bar with no give. “Are the doors locked?”
“I guess so.” I chuckled. “I didn’t know you could lock these doors to keep people on the inside, though.”
“You typically can’t.” she said after examining the handle for a moment. “But you can with an Allen Wrench.”
“So…” I started. “How do we leave? I have to get to work.”
“So do I.” She let out a long sigh. “Let me go get the building manager.”
As the clicking of Jenna’s heels faded off, I pulled out my phone. I didn’t know how long it would take for her to bring back the building manager, and I was worried that this was going to make me late.
Pulling up my boss’s contact, I sent him a message.
Hey, I am going to be a little late. Apartment people accidentally locked us in. I’ll be there as soon as possible.
Only a second passed after I hit send before my phone dinged.
Damn, that was quick. I thought to myself.
Your message was unable to send.
What?
It was only then I noticed the SOS symbol in my phone’s status bar.
No signal? Well, isn’t this convenient timing?
Walking over to one of the large windows, I waved my phone through the air trying to find a bar.
Is it fucking raining? I thought to myself when several seconds went by without finding a signal.
Grabbing the curtain covering the window, I pulled it aside and peered out.
“Ah!”
Dropping my phone, I stumbled back and grasped my racing heart as I came face to face with another person.
The curtain fell back in place, once more covering the window and person that caused my heart to jump in my throat.
I took a moment to calm myself.
If we’re locked in, they must be locked out.
After another moment, I approached the window and pulled the curtain aside once more.
Once again, I was face to face with a person. This time, however, I didn’t jump back and got a good look at them.
It was a man in his early to mid twenties. Messy blond hair covered his ears, and his green eyes stared back at me.
I frowned.
Why?
The person frowned back.
I tilted my head.
The man did too.
I raised my left hand.
The man raised his right.
I tapped the window.
The man mirrored that, too.
Realization struck, and I stepped back, pulling the curtain open all the way.
The man, once more, copied my actions.
Stepping further away from the window, I looked at my reflection.
Because that’s what it was. A mirror.
A goddamn mirror had replaced the windows of the lobby.
I stared at my reflection, unable to comprehend the… ridiculousness of this. Why would someone replace the windows with mirrors? Combine that with the odd service and locked doors. And it almost seemed like some kind of joke.
Moments later, clicking heels once more echoed out through the lobby.
I turned to see Jenna returning with a tall balding black man. Crust still lined his eyes, and his annoyed expression suggested that he was still asleep and unhappy to be woken up to deal with this.
“Uh… Clive?” I started.
“Yeah, yeah. I know. Jenna told me about the doors.” He responded in a gruff voice.
“No, it’s not that. The windows.”
“What about them?”
He and Jenna shifted their focus to the now uncovered window and stopped in their tracks.
“What the…” Clive exclaimed. “I swear if one of the tenants did this I am suing. This is property damage, damn it!”
Covering her mouth with a hand, Jenna tried to stifle a giggle.
Clive glared at her.
“You wouldn’t have something to do with this, Ms. Jenna. Would you? Because I don’t see what would be so funny otherwise.”
“Of course not.” she replied trying to compose herself. “It’s just, it’s so ridiculous. Who would even think of something like that?”
“Whoever it was, I will be looking at the cameras.”
Shaking his head and grumbling, Clive made his way over to the door and inserted the Allen Wrench into its handle. After a moment, he pressed down on the bar. Nothing happened. He twisted it and a click rang out. He twisted it back again and gave the bar another push. It stayed closed.
“Why did you turn it back?” I asked. “It clicked.”
Clive looked back at me and twisted it again. The click rang out once more.
“This is locked.” He said before turning the key once more. “This is unlocked. The door wasn’t locked. It’s not opening for a different reason.”
“Could there be something on the other side of the door?” Jenna asked.
“Possible.” Clive responded.
He looked at the mirror in place of the window again and shook his head.
Walking over to the window opposite of the now useless window replacement, Clive pulled back the curtain and leaned forward.
All three of us froze.
“A mirror is one thing.” Jenna began. “It’s weird and would take a lot of planning, but it is possible. But…”
“A wall?” I asked. How the hell would they have replaced it with a concrete wall?”
Clive turned away from the smooth white surface that used to be a window.
“So help me God, when I find out who did this--”
“Can we call someone?” Jenna suggested. “Try to open up the doors from the outside?”
“No service.” I replied. “I tried to send a message to my boss earlier. I just have SOS.”
“Okay, now I’m starting to freak out.” Jenna said with a nervous laugh.
“I’ll, uh, go look at the cameras and ask around. See if anyone knows of or heard of anything.” Clive said before heading up the stairs.
“I guess I’ll just head to my apartment?” I said, though it came out more as a question rather than a statement.
“No point of standing around down here.” Jenna responded back to me. “Hey, you’re five-B, right? I know you’re not really a kid, but I don’t mind checking on you later. No telling how long this will last.”
“Sure.” I said trying to smile at her. “It would be nice having someone to talk to if we’re going to be trapped here for a while.”
“Great!” She replied with forced energy. “I’m four-A. Feel free to knock on my door if you need anything.”
“Thanks. I might just do that.”
That was how the first morning of Forest Field Lane Apartments’ personal hell started.
Clive spent the rest of the day asking around and looking through apartments for any clues. As it turned out, he didn’t have cameras to look at after all. They didn’t even show static.
You’d think that after being trapped in a building for a few days, people would get quiet. The uncertainty and strangeness of our particular situation would scare people into silence. But noise still filled the halls of the building for the next several days. Children didn’t seem to care. They were skipping school. Families still had arguments and laughter, even if the latter held a nervous undertone.
Even some of the adults didn’t seem to mind initially.
“This should only last a couple days.” They said. “I can catch up on some sleep.”
However, on May 7, all of that changed.
Something new was added.
If there’s a bright side, I suppose it would be that we learned how to leave the building.
But that only raised a new question.
Who, if anyone, will make it to the final round?
I am completely blind, I live alone, my complex doesn't have a way for me to call for something like this after hours, so I just need help determining if this is something I should be concerned about.
I took a few pictures, ChatGPT said that it isn't anything too concerning, but, you know, rusting AI with important shit isn't always the best thing to do.
Edit: Thanks for all of your help, I figured out the problem and got it silent for now, so I can finally get some sleep.
I have to start a paper 'so due today when I wake up, so this sleep is definitely needed Lol