I stood at the base of the hospital steps. A couple more feet and I would have entered the place most of my child hood happened at. Until, the fire. Until I ran and didn't come back. Until... 5 years ago when I first brought jay to this place . Where I met Brian a couple years before that. And before that. Where I saw the man. The 0perator. The root of the madness. The root of the disease the destroys me and everyone from the inside out. I would itch my head and start to walk in. I had strapped a GoPro on my chest. Like I had the day I found... jay... dead on the floor. It was all my fault. It all seemed to be my fault. I would keep walking the halls until I saw a familiar writing... ~HE'S A LIAR~ Next to the writing there was a small chip out of the wall next a silver pole. Again me. I keep walking and I see the maintenance tunnel. And the mattress. And a blanket. Except this looks like it has been touched recently. There was a blood stained yellow/orange hoodie next to the bed. A old splint, and a empty bowl of soup. Except this soup is still warm next to this small camping stove. The blood on the hoodie looks recent, and I hear footsteps on the roof. Slow. Light. Intentional footsteps. I notice the footsteps stop above me. They walk toward the edge of the weak, and cracking roof, And I hear nothing; then something hit the leaves outside. I see something in the woods run past the window. I hear a flick of a chord and I look out. The man with brown hair turns the corner in the distance. But right in-front of me is a mask dangling right there.
A certain mask A special mask Then I hear a crack and a pain In the back of my head. I fall over. In a blur I see one, certain face. An old...
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