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You will jump into the role of the best friend from Waylon Park. You've been the last female psychologist and your current patient is Chris Walker.
After the patients escape out of their cells and slowly take over the whole a...
I reached the end of the stairs, scanning the room for any possible person except Waylon and I. Luckliy there was no one else. The room was dark, yet there were some windows who gave us at least some light. The rooms are filled with several old sewing machines on tables, but I can't remember that we even had such places.
"Let's continue, shall we?" Waylon inquired as he took the lead again. I followed him close behind since I didn't want to get lost in this rather creepy place.
The sound of Music suddenly entered my ears. My eyes landed on a blue curtain. The light behind it was shining brightly which casted a shadow of someone. Waylon motioned for me to stay put and slowly approached it. He glanced behind it, but then his eyes widen and it seemed like he was about to throw up. He covered his mouth as he darted his eyes away from the person.
"Waylon? What's wrong?" I questioned worried and slowly made my way to him.
"I rather let you not see this." He confesses as he darted his eyes to me.
Yet I was to damn curious and decided to take a look. Behind the lit curtain lies a brutal scene of bodies and human remains, placed and tied up to imitate the moment of childbirth. The radio nearby was the source, where the music came from, yet for me it was not in focus.
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"Oh my fucking God." I uttered and gasped in shock as I noticed that also the head of a man was placed between the legs of the corps. Tears slowly fell down my face as I stepped a bit closer to the scene. "Who would do something like this?"
"I have a feeling, that we will figure it out soon."
I tried to calm my nerves, yet this might be the most horrible thing, that I've seen this day and I've seen a lot of things. Waylon and I continued to walk down the old Workshop and reached a door, which might be an exit or at least a way which leads out of here. Waylon gave me the camcorder for a second and tried to open the wooden door, yet it wouldn't budge.
"Damn it." He cursed.
"Darling!"
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Waylon jumped back and our eyes came in contact with the Man behind the door. A wide smile was on his lips, his eyes focused on Waylon, he didn't see me which was great in my opinion. The man downstairs, also known as Eddie Gluskin stepped away from the door and his smile immediately fell as his legs carried him down the hall.
