-jbd-202- I Was Tied Up By My My Neighbor Hana Direct

Hana lived two doors down. Quiet. Kept her lawn neat. Waved sometimes when I took out the trash. We exchanged polite nods at the mailbox. I thought I knew her — the way you think you know a neighbor. Harmless. Maybe a little lonely.

That was my first mistake.

I believed her.

When I woke, I was here. This unfinished basement. Concrete walls. A single bulb overhead buzzing like a trapped fly. My wrists bound with thick rope to an old wooden dining chair. My ankles tied to the legs. My mouth wasn’t gagged — she wanted me to speak. -JBD-202- I Was Tied Up By My My Neighbor Hana

Yesterday, she brought me a sandwich and a glass of water. She untied one of my hands to let me eat. I thought about grabbing her, but her eyes — flat, calm, patient — told me she’d already planned for that. There was a knife in her lap. Not a threat. A fact.

So here it is.

No explanation. No anger. Just that number. Hana lived two doors down

I remember the sting in my neck. A needle. Then the floor rushing up to meet me.

If you live next to a quiet woman named Hana, and she smiles a little too long when she sees you…

And every few hours, she tightens the ropes. Waved sometimes when I took out the trash

Today, she asked me to write this. “Document your experience,” she said. “Be honest. For the record.”

Here’s a write-up for a fictional or creative piece titled The tone is suspenseful, psychological, and slightly dark, written in first-person narrative style. JBD-202: I Was Tied Up By My Neighbor Hana Log Entry — Day 3 of captivity

She doesn’t yell. She doesn’t hit. She just asks questions. Endless questions. What keeps you up at night? What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? Who would miss you if you disappeared?