I'm getting more and more paranoid as time passes. I can hear it all around me, laughing,whispering, speaking to me. I'm tired of this. I grab the sharpest object with me, which in this situation is a pen, and carved my name on the rotting bark. I'm no artist, and I don't mean to brag, but my script, er, fancy handwriting was pretty good. The time ticks by along with the last bits of my sanity. Was it wrong to try and win a couple bucks by staying the night? I wish I was at home, wasting away on my warm sofa, watching reruns of old detective shows on Channel ____. Oh? What's that? I hear them, they're here for me.
Oh wait, false...alarm?
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Into The Fog
HorrorA game? Is there more to it? Honestly, no one knows, what they do know is that there have been multiple disappearances in Blackwood Forest. Is it just hikers straying from their trails? Or is there something evil afoot?
