Rumblings From Below

I know what they're up to down in the basement of this place. I've seen too much not to put the pieces together. The digging noises that went on all through last summer, the vile stench that forced them to close the laundry room for a week, the day-laborer who just 'disappeared' after they started roughing-in the new walls downstairs. They're up to no good. They're doing evil...unspeakable...things down there. I know. I've seen too much.

Getting Started

Ahem. Hello. I only get so much time to use the computers here before they come and take me back to my room. Or to see the doctor. They say I'm doing better. Maybe I'll be able to leave someday. But I know better. I'll never leave here alive.