Night 47: M41-M50 Hallway
McCoy listened to that crackling intercom with some concern. A "Mr. Radio?", "P.A.I.L.?" Coupled along with the smugness and that cackling, he had to say it sounded like this head Doctor had gone off the deep end himself long ago. Somehow it made sense. Only a mad man could conjure up all this
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He'd been warned about this, not to mention the barely-disguised posts on the bulletin board, but that didn't really prepare him for the falling of night. Voices going creepy, and kind of manic. Even the doors had an ominous clicking noise in the dark.
If this place really wasn't filled with awful things, it at least had to be haunted, Tylor thought. It was really suited to being haunted. For the first time since he'd arrived in the morning, he missed his crew in a less general and more immediate sense. But even if there was no one he could hide behind, at least there was a bed he could plausibly hide in.
Tylor had been investigating that option when he found the flashlight, turning it on and off a few times just to be sure. Whoever was doing all of this, he wanted people to go out. Which might have been a great reason to stay in, except that also might just encourage Dr. Evilguy to find a way to force people out. There had to be a reason everyone seemed to be so fixated on going out with groups at night, right?
It wasn't so bad. It might even turn out like the Raalgon, and he'd meet a cute young woman. Or cake, he'd settle for cake. Mmmm 60. Wasn't 44 a long way from 60?
Tiptoeing out of his room and down the hall, Tylor wished there were someone around to describe his fear to.
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