I can see what tragic occurrence has happened in different places.
At this moment, I'm exploring an abandoned childcare facility in Illinois.
Toys were scattered everywhere broken and dirty. And it had this lingering smell of death and sadness.
I walked through the endless amount of halls until I stopped in front of a slightly broken birch-wooded door. The word "playroom" etched into the middle, the rainbow coloring slowly fading away day by day.
As I stroll into the playroom I am met with a gruesome scene. Kids are tied up in chairs and forced to watch the other kids being tortured or assaulted.
In mere seconds, I could not only see but listen to the screams and cries of the kids being tortured. Their skin is brutally slashed and ripped apart. Upon hearing the maniacal laughs of the caretakers was when I realized that I also had the ability to hear what transpires at tragic incidents as well, which is quite unsettling.
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