I now reside, with kids and grandkids, in Kodak, Tennessee. Its a small town southeast of Knoxville and its my mountain hope. My home is still very isolated and I still love it. The weird thing is I've been seeing Dr. Drakes truck. It isn't one that just looks like it. The passenger side headlight is blown out, it even taunted me down a back road yesterday when I was coming home from the store. Dr. Drake couldn't be alive now, he'd be way to old now but another weird thing is that a couple weeks before I killed Dr. Drake he had a son. The son would still be alive and about 40 now. I'm now about 60 but I'm able to put up a good fight because after that whole incident I went into the military and then after that I became a biker kinda guy. I'm very tough. I mine-as-well be in my twenties. I'm ready for anything.
I-I-I-I think the truck is outside my house now. Its time. I grab my gun out of my closet and stand at my door ready. The truck pulls in the driveway and the lights illuminate the den area behind me. I duck down. I then hear a really loud gun-shot and my door-window is shot off. Its deja-vu, like I'm back in 1970. "Oh my god". I think.
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The O'Connor Expierment
HorrorA group of psychology interns observe a two month long expierment led by "the great" Drake O'Connor. Is it really an expierment or something way more sinister? Is Dr. O'Connor crazy or are the interns crazy for volunteering for this awful program?
