I had a dream last night. A very unusual dream. I was in a small, dark room. I can feel a thousand eyes watching my every move, studying my behavior. I can’t remember much, but I think Project 11 is much bigger than I thought. I think these experiments were much more than the usual confidential shit that went on in a hidden Japanese camp or whatever, something bad happened there. Ever since I discovered these papers they seem to have given me bad luck. A lot of bad luck. Like last I wrote about seeing the ghost of my dad, I believe I did again when I was out for a walk to clear my mind. And the craziest thing of all, I swore I saw someone watching me. I didn’t get a good look, I was more worried getting home to safety. Even as I write this, I am too scared to look out the window, because I might see another “ghost” or some strange person staring at me as I look. Something sinister is going on, and I have no idea what I got myself into. And the only person I have left to get answers from is my grandfather….
~Henry
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Project 11
Horror"The mind of the subject will desperately struggle to create memories where none exist."
