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MidReal Story
Secrets of Evergreen Manor
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I wake up in a dark, bare concrete room.
The light is dim, but it feels too bright and the air smells dank, and I can feel my heartbeat pounding in my skull as I slowly sit up.
The room spins for a moment as I try to remember how I got here.
The last thing I can remember is leaving work late and getting in my car.
I don’t remember anything else after that.
I groan as the nausea hits me and I lie back down, trying not to throw up.
I can feel the pain all over my body, but my head hurts the most, like someone hit me with a baseball bat.
I try to open my eyes and immediately have to squeeze them shut against the harsh light.
After a few seconds I try again, this time blinking slowly until my eyes adjust to the light.
I glance down and see my legs are stretched out in front of me, wearing the same black tights and black ankle boots I had on when I left work.
A wave of panic hits me and I look down at my hands to see they are tied behind my back.
My heart starts racing and my breathing picks up as I start to hyperventilate.
I try to sit upright again and this time it only makes the room spin worse.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to breathe through it, but it only makes the pain in my head worse.
I lie back down and slowly open my eyes again, turning my head back and forth slowly so I don’t make myself sick.
My eyes focus on the old, dimly lit room around me.
It’s small, mostly taken up by the mattress I’m lying on with a small table against one wall that has a flickering lightbulb hanging above it.
It looks like it’s trying to go out and makes a faint buzzing sound every few seconds.
The walls are made of concrete and have those metal rings along them you see in warehouses and factories.
A musty, damp smell is in the air, like no one has been here for years.
There are no windows or doors I can see anywhere.
I turn my head and see a metal plate on the wall with a small black camera attached to it.
My heart starts pounding even harder as I realize someone is watching me.
Tears start welling up in my eyes as I frantically look around the room trying to figure out where I am.
“Hello?” I call out weakly, my voice sounding small and hoarse.
I can barely hear it myself over the buzzing lightbulb above me.
“Can anyone hear me?”
No one answers me, but I can hear my voice echoing around the room.
“Please,” I try again, my voice breaking as I start to cry, “Please help me.”
There’s no answer or any sound at all beyond my voice echoing around the room.
