silence

My apartment feels like a prison. The days have been killing us slowly. Dave and I barely say any words to each other. Not because we are upset with one another, but simply because we don't know what to say. What CAN we say?
Hey man , this sucks, your neighbors are trying to eat us har har? No, it's not that simple. We dont know what to do. We just don't know.
Could it be that we're afraid to talk to each other? Those things seem to be attracted to noises. None of us really had much of an encounter with them after that night.
We hear them, everyday, more and more shuffling, we hear them moaning in some unholy excitement and then we hear the scratching.
I don't know what's worse, the scratching or the moaning. What i've learned is that, when they moan, they know something is up, that's the give away, but when they find you and scratch at your door, moaning nonstop. you are done. they won't stop, not until they get you and probably eat you. None of us bothered to find out, but I have a feeling that they don't stop with one bite.

One floor up, we heard the scratching and moaning, getting louder and louder. Whoever was up there, i think, mrs. Ramos. she started screaming at it loudly, and then she started praying, and then she started crying. eventually, we heard the door open, and there was a small struggle. we heard things falling down, glass breaking and the screaming.
Shit, the screaming. It was so full of pain and crying, jeez. I can't stop thinking of it, I can't get it out of my head. I closed my eyes, and pretended it was a bad dream, I closed them harder when i heard flesh being torn from her. The sickening squelching noise. Her cries turned to gargles.

I jumped a second ago, Dave grabbed my shoulder.

"Jay, we're out of food."

...Fuck.