Night 40: Intercom, End of Night
Hadn't the Head Doctor mentioned a game? Yet the night had somehow passed without anything particularly remarkable. The man had missed out on keeping promises in the past, but that didn't seem to be the case this time.
Maybe it didn't count as a game, but something happened. Shortly after the radios started to broadcast, the intercoms also clicked on... and they were also almost silent.
If a patient were to stop and hold their breath and really listen, they might be able to hear laughing, quiet and controlled and far away.
More worrisome than the message was what happened to the institute, however. Without warning, a heavy fog rolled in; the surrounding area was usually foggy, but it became so severe that any patients who were outside would be unable to see their hand if they held it in front of them. On top of that, the fog permeated, somehow working its way into the building itself, seeping through the halls as if it was a sentient being rather than a weather condition.
That wasn't all. In some spots, the floor became slick with blood, and the only place it could have been coming from was the walls, where it was seeping down in such large amounts that it was not only unsettling, but disturbing. All that blood had to have come from somewhere, after all.
Outside, the grass and the soil was also coated in red, sticky and all-encompassing, as if the earth was soaked in it.
Things could always get worse.
Maybe it didn't count as a game, but something happened. Shortly after the radios started to broadcast, the intercoms also clicked on... and they were also almost silent.
If a patient were to stop and hold their breath and really listen, they might be able to hear laughing, quiet and controlled and far away.
More worrisome than the message was what happened to the institute, however. Without warning, a heavy fog rolled in; the surrounding area was usually foggy, but it became so severe that any patients who were outside would be unable to see their hand if they held it in front of them. On top of that, the fog permeated, somehow working its way into the building itself, seeping through the halls as if it was a sentient being rather than a weather condition.
That wasn't all. In some spots, the floor became slick with blood, and the only place it could have been coming from was the walls, where it was seeping down in such large amounts that it was not only unsettling, but disturbing. All that blood had to have come from somewhere, after all.
Outside, the grass and the soil was also coated in red, sticky and all-encompassing, as if the earth was soaked in it.
Things could always get worse.