Greetings, fellow prisoners. If I could have a moment of your time, there are a few things I'd like to address.

First order of business: the ghosts in this place. It seems that some are aggressive and some are not. Is there any way to distinguish one from another before they've attacked you, or do you simply have to remember each one you encounter? ( Read more... )

[ It's quiet. Very quiet. The past few days have been tiring, a stark contrast to the night. The sky, for once, appears clear. The house seems almost peaceful ( Read more... )

[neat, serviceable handwriting. it's written a little on the careless side, but it's still nice. if cramped.]I'm surprised the Studio didn't show up here. Then again, I'm not sure how I'd handle the old man being here as well ( Read more... )

[There are a few extraneous scribbles across the page, with a handful of minutes between each of them before he actually writes any words. His handwriting is small, messy, and slants hilariously sideways, regardless of whether or not the pages have lines on them.]So can anybody else actually read this, or am I crazy for believing that see-through ( Read more... )

What does everyone know about ghosts and how to keep them away, anyway?

[ Her handwriting is decidedly less neat, but still recognizable. ]

To walk the path through bolted doors
You need but find the key
And only if you light the way
Will you finally see
A key is not the only means
To uncover a path
Beware, of course, for open doors
Tend to invite wrathSuch was the riddle written on the mirror. I have yet to see ( Read more... )

[If you happen to be watching your notebook tonight, some hurried script has appeared -- it looks like it's trying to be neat, but was written at an odd angle, maybe against a wall ( Read more... )

The man at the door said I could use the journal to talk to other people here. I wonder what he meant by that... Will someone else find it an read it? I guess they could use it to talk to me that way, but if I always have it with me, finding it means finding me, and couldn't we just talk like that ( Read more... )

[Anyone glancing at their notebooks may notice some doodles appearing in the corner of a page, first of the fox that led everyone there, then of some monster-like creatures being taken down by several stick figured people ( Read more... )

[ It is 5:13 AM on Tuesday, September 14th. Walking through the various hallways and rooms, you probably have noticed a large number of mirrors. Right now, however, there is something odd that shows up on every mirror. Written in what appears to be blood, one can clearly read the following message:


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