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a grisly guestbook of one sentence horror in celebration of Angus' birthday |
Hey, Angus, don't read this one with the lights off! Surrounded by growls and screeches louder than the storm raging outside, Ron walked the containment area, checking that each door's security status was green and wishing that Management would reconsider using actual steel bolts and keys, instead of simply trusting technology. Well, he thought, as long as the power doesn't– The entire facility was plunged into blackness. ![]() ![]() |