the loft

tape 003 /// may 2nd 1993 - victim number five ; Daniels in the den ;
the screen sputtered to life in the cramped space in which I had to crouch to fit in, my legs already cramping and throbbing . waiting for a few moments my finger hovering over the power key I had almost anticipated something to happen but what awaited me was only a blue reflection on my glasses. the dust floated from corner to corner almost dancing through the few rays of sunlight leaking through the small tool shed and shot out in different directions as I stood to relive my pain evidently found in my legs , hell I wouldn't be surprised if I had gained enough leg power to run a friggin 2300k.
I dusted my pant legs off and turned to the door but had come to abrupt stop as a crackly voice wheezed " day three, and you would think he would've learned." taking in a sharp breath and squeezing back into the small space my eyes found a very peculiar man, with very peculiar hair and too peculiar of a smile for someone close to death. " this is the beginning kids, welcome to the show."