The Gateway

-File Accessed-

The message that flickered onto the screen in front of you moments before fades away, leaving you in darkness. Your eyes scan the now blackened screen. After a minute or so, a deep voice laced with a heavy Irish accent crackles through the speakers, glitching slightly.

"Erm...Is this thing on...?"

The screen flickers before showing a man in his early fifties. His light blue eyes glance up at the camera which is loosely held in one hand. The video's quality improves as he adjusts his grip on the camera. The man's graying coal black hair is sticking up in every direction as if he'd just been electrocuted.

"Y-Yeh won't believe this..." The man mumbles, going silent as if considering whether or not he would regret his decision to record this. A burst of white light goes off in the background, leaving brightly glowing sparks floating through the dark room and causing the man to cry out in surprise and fear. The film glitches again and shuts off for a few seconds. When it returns, the man is looking off into the distance.

Mind seemingly made up at this point, he turns his full attention back to the camera.

"There are wicked things trapped within this place." He rotates his camera to show a dark room. A few shelves can barely be made out in the darkness, but the ones that you can see are cluttered with board games, candy, and cheap magic shop items such as card decks and magic hats.

The film glitches again and makes a sound similar to a high pitched laugh. The man pales and croaks. "They're coming for me."

A shadow briefly covers the camera and a glitched scream filters through the speakers. A red message flashes on the screen, chilling you to the bone.

-CONNECTION TERMINATED-