Day 12 in Greg's basement
Greg chained me to the wall after my escape attempt. I completely lost it for a while, I was mad with fear. It still terrifies me when I recall all I witnessed during my escape attempt, and I still can't stop thinking about it, no matter how hard I try. But I must tell what happened. If there is anyone else besides Greg reading this thread, I must let them know what is going on here. It may be my only hope.
After I realized Greg forgot to lock the door, it took all of my courage to open it. The sounds from... lets just call it the room, were always the loudest near the door, though I still couldn't hear it clearly. I should have never openend that door. It would have been better not to know. Immediately when I opened that accursed door and started climbing the greasy steps that lay behind it, the sound engulfed me. A screeching, hellish sound so vile, so horrendous, painful even, as if it came straight from hell. There are no words in any language that could describe just how soulchrusingly awful it was. Barely able to get to the next door on the top of the stairs, I collapsed in front of it and lay there whimpering with my hands pressed against my ears as hard as I could. After a while I realized that there was some kind of melody in the sound, a demonic, twisted, evil melody that made me wish I would die on the spot, just to make it stop. Mustering all the strenght I had still left in me, I managed to get on my knees. With all my willpower I had left I lifted my hands off my ears, they were smeared with blood and I realized I was bleeding from my ears. Then I pushed the door open and fell through.
What happened then, what I saw then I don't even comprehend fully my self. I only remember a few images, but most of all I remember the sheer terror I felt. I was overwhelmed with dread, fear and panic on a level I had never experienced before. I found myself in a room lit by a single flickering light bulb and dozens of burning candles, forming some kind of pattern on the floor. They all ilumminated the most disturbing scene I've ever seen in my life. In the middle of the floor, attached to some kind of machine through tubes and wires lay a body. It's lifeless face stared at me with its dead, bulging, bloodshot eyes. The face was hideously mishapen, swollen in some parts, some skin looked like it was burned. And yet I recognized the face immediately. Aside from all it's deformity it was unmistakably my own.
Further back in the room I could only just make out one or two other corpses, locked behind glass, pressed against it as if trying to escape. All of them with twisted, deformed faces locked in expressions of pain and terror. All of them dead. All of them looking like me. And Greg was there the whole time, his attention focused on the machine with a mad, frantic look in his eyes. In the darkness of the basement I couldn't have seen just how tired and crazy he looked. He was singing in a shrill, almost desparate way. Finally I recognized the sound, which seemed to come from everywhere, and I realized that Greg was singing along with it. "TAAAAAAKEE OOOON MEEEEEE" he sang, "IIIILL BEEE GOOOOONEEE". Suddenly he turned and looked at me. He came storming towards me screaming, "No!" over and over again. I have never seen such rage in a person before. "You are not supposed to be here!", Greg screamed, getting closer and closer towards me. "You are not ready yet!".
Then it all became too much. I must have fainted. The next thing I remember is being chained in the basement, next to the door. I tried crawling away from it as far as the chain around my ankle would let me. Even then I tried to get further away in such a blind panic, that I didn't even notice I sprained my ankle in the process. Eventually I got in such a state of shock that I could only curl up,
shaking and unable to stop. All I could do was lie there with my eyes wideopen, terrified. Unable to sleep and unable to make sense of it all, my mind kept going back to that room. I fear for my life more than ever before. What is going to happen to me?
