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Created on 2019-05-15 03:51:08 (#3522944), last updated 2019-07-15 (310 weeks ago)
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Name: | Faculty & Staff of Whispering Pines Sanatorium |
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Birthdate: | Jan 1 |
"The Dead House" | |
Welcome to Whispering Pines Sanatorium |
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There's no tugging sensation, so sense of falling or of being uninterruptedly drawn from your own world, or wherever you've found yourself, to yet another. Your sense of smell returns first, as the antiseptic scent of hospital fills your nostrils and a bright light somewhere above you begins to pierce the gloom as a reassuring male voice repeats your name. A medicinal haze fills your mind, clouding your thoughts as you blink your eyes open. The man, blond with a gentle smile and kind eyes behind thick glasses, across the simple wooden desk from you seems familiar, but you're sure you've never seen the man before...right? He tells you that it's alright, that you had another episode and required sedation, that the drugs are wearing off now and any residual haze you're experiencing should clear as the day progresses. After a discussion, limbs still refusing to cooperate, you're taken through winding corridors and up a rickety elevator to a floor with rows of numbers doors on either side. One is opened and inside you're deposited unceremoniously on the small cot within. An undetermined amount of time passes as sounds occur around you, the shuffling of feet, muffled voices, a bird at the small barred window letting in overcast daylight. ...welcome to your new home... |
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YOUR MEMORIES ARE REAL. THERE ARE OTHERS. DON'T BELIEVE THEIR LIES. |



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