Marble Hornets Your POV

Part 8

"Where the bloody hell am I?!" I say, concerned.

The place is enveloped in darkness. I use my hands to search the ground around me and, with a stroke of luck, I find my backpack. I fumble around and manage to locate my flashlight.

Click Finally, light floods the area. I start searching for my phone, but I can't find it.

I scan the surroundings, trying to piece together where I might be. The place feels old and decrepit, resembling a small, abandoned factory. A large, rusty machine looms in the dim light, hinting at the factory's former purpose.

I walk around a corner, searching for more clues. I shine my flashlight on the wall and see blood. Getting closer, I notice it's dried, but not completely. From my knowledge of murder cases, thanks to movies, I estimate the blood is about three hours old.

"How long have I been in here? I hope that's not my blood..." My body doesn't feel injured, so I don't think it's mine.

I move further into the space, inspecting different areas. I shine my flashlight into a small tunnel and, startled by what I see, bang my head against the wall.

I look back, but it's. "Was that him? Did he do this to me?"

Sweat begins to bead on my back. Panic sets in as I frantically search for an exit. The place isn't large, but there's no visible way out.

I peek behind the large machine and see him standing there.

My eyes grow heavy, and my vision fades to black again.

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"What the hell?!" I say to myself as I wake up, sitting in my car on the side of the road. I notice my phone lying next to me, with 17 missed calls from Tim.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I immediately call Tim back.

The other side picks up the phone.

"Tim, Tim, I'm so sorry! I don't know what happened. Please help, I don't want to be on my own right now," I plead.

"Y/N, where are you?" Tim asks urgently.

"On the side of the   ... road   ... street."

"I'll be right there, Y/N. Stay on the phone with me," Tim says.

"Okay, Tim..."

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A few minutes pass, and I stay on the phone with Tim, unable to find the words for what just happened.
A car pulls up in front of me. I assume it's Tim. I get out of the car, and Tim does the same. I rush over and hug him tightly.

"I'm here now, Y/N. No need to worry," Tim says, his voice relieved and comforting.

"When we're back home, you can tell me everything that happened, okay?" he adds.

I nod, and we head back to my car. Tim follows me, and we drive back home together. I recognize the area, so I figure it's not too far from where we live.

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After about 35 minutes of driving, we arrive home. Jay hears our cars and rushes outside.

"Are you okay, Y/N?! I was so worried! I'm glad you're back," Jay says.

We walk into the house, and I collapse onto the couch with a heavy thud. Jay and Tim join me.

"Where's Brian?" I ask.

"Brian left shortly after you did. We're not sure why; he didn't say anything," Jay replies.

"So, what happened, Y/N?" they ask.

I start recounting everything that happened, beginning with the message I received on my laptop.

"Why didn't you tell us you got those messages, Y/N? We could've helped! We could have done it together!" Tim says, frustration evident in his voice.

"I'm really sorry, guys," I reply. "Over the past few months, the problems seemed to fade. We were finally living together normally. I didn't want to drag you back into this mess. I thought I could find answers and end it for good, but I guess that didn't work out."

"We understand, Y/N," Jay says. "But if something like this happens again, you really need to tell us. It's after all of us, and it's better to face it together than alone."

"Did you find anything there, by the way?" Tim interrupts.

"Yes, I did," I say, reaching into my bag and pulling out the tape I found. "This was lying on the ground at the end of a tunnel I had to go through." I grab a device to play the tape and connect it to the TV, so we can watch it clearly.

I click on play. What appears on the screen is really strange...

*The video on the tape:*

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