![]() ![]() First, I must undergo the proper preparation. It seems that I will still be participating in Project Sandman after all. His piercing glare never wavers as he leaves me feeling like a bug under a microscope.įinally he escorts me out of the room and deeper into the complex. At this moment I noticed the man in the blank white mask staring at me between the cracks in the wall. Why do you always do this to me? How could you do this to me?”Ĭonfused and hurt, I retreat into a corner and watch as she curls back up into a ball, rocking back and forth, crying to herself. “Get away from me!” she yells, giving me a push. Suddenly something breaks in the girl’s mind. How could anyone treat a human being like this – locking her up in such a dirty, dark place? Is this to be my fate as well? I want nothing more in this moment than to help her escape from this place. For a long moment I just hold her and feel her heartbeat against my chest. She seems too overwhelmed with emotion at the real human interaction to answer my question, instead wrapping herself in my arms. “Are… are you real?” she asks as she stands and approaches me cautiously. I squint into the darkest corner of the room and see a young woman curled up on the straw, shaking. I pace around the room for a minute or two when some straw flies up into my face. A dirty mattress lies in the corner and straw covers the floor. This threat ringing in my ears, I am promptly shoved into a dark cell lit only by a dim red light. Grabbing my throat he leans in and whispers, “Disobedience will not be tolerated.” I am met at the end of the tunnel by the bearded man who immediately pulls me to my feet. Either way, I am alone with no choice but to keep crawling forward and over the body. Maybe they had gotten her? Maybe she went exploring somewhere else. “I found someone but it’s not your sister.” I wait for a response. ![]() Is he dead? Is he sleeping? I’m not sure, but he’s definitely not the girl I’m looking for. ![]() Before the claustrophobia gets too overwhelming, I find a naked body illuminated by a small light. It’s a carrot or the stick scenario, only this time it’s a gun behind me and certain unknown horrors in front of me.Īs I crawl through the tunnel I try not to think about how tight it is. “Crawl in there and find my sister,” she orders. It seems that I am her second best option for finding her sister she orders me to kneel down on the ground in front of a dark and uncomfortably small tunnel. The man disappears behind a door, leaving me alone with the woman. To my relief, the gun was still pointed at the bearded man and not pressed up against my skull. Who’d have thought? There’s something sketchy about this organization after all!ĭespite my efforts to slowly back away and let the distraught woman work out her grievances with Project Sandman, sans me, she grabs me, pulling me tightly to her chest. “I don’t know lady, I just got here,” I manage to blurt out, not taking my eyes off the gun barrel hovering inches from my face. What’s going on? Do you have anything to do with this?” Now where the fuck is she?” The girl turns her attention (and her gun) to me. “I know she came here for some secret program, but it’s been months and she never came home. “What the fuck have you done with my sister?” she demands. Nope, everything is good here!īefore I can even finish my sentence, a young woman with unkempt hair and a tear-stained face bursts into the room and points a pistol right at the man’s head. I’m sure the woman writhing in agony on the nearby TV screen isn’t problematic either. I’m just signing my life away to a secret government organization operating out of a basement somewhere in Danville, IL. Once this fear is confronted, you will wake up and live a life without fear. “Project Sandman,” the man continues, “will chemically induce lucid dreaming and allow you to confront your deepest fear. The idea that I could recognize I’m dreaming and change the outcome of the dream is a tantalizing one and I’m apparently not the only one to think so. I look up from the paperwork in front of me and assure the man that I am indeed quite familiar with the concept. Higgins?” the bearded man asks as he studies me from the other side of the table. “Are you familiar with the concept of lucid dreaming, Mr. It contains full spoilers and is intended for readers who have attended or could not attend the show, or are curious about this creator’s work. This is part of Haunting’s Recollection series – it is a complete account of Nightmare by The Fear Experiment. ![]()
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