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1. Do NOT look directly at the creature.
2. Do NOT stare at the creature’s reflection in the mirrored hall.
3. Keep moving always keep moving.

I am writing this right now, because I fear I might go insane otherwise. I don’t know how long I’ve been here; hours, days, months. All I know is I’m thirsty, hungry, and tired. But I can’t stop, no, I can’t stop or it will get me. That, that thing, will get me.
It’s as if the creature had been designed for every possible fear anyone could have. The thing has three mannequin heads, covered by veils, and sharp teeth on the middle head and it doesn’t have eyes. No, it doesn’t have eyes on any of its faces, but its torso is cracked open, and inside its chest can be found a demonic eye with endless darkness around it. The thing has eight legs like a spider, and makes a God awful skittering sound when it’s chasing after you. This sound is then followed by the cracking and creaking of its upper half, which twitches and convulses as if a child was pulling on a marionettes strings.
That creature is something from Hell itself, and the place I’m in is no better.
I’m stuck in Crazy Barry’s Hall of Mirrors, an old carnival attraction that had been shut down since several children had gone missing within the hall. Its twists and turns make it a regular maze making it easy for children to be snatched away by a sexual predator hiding in its corridors. At least that is what I had come to think when I came here with my journaling crew. But now I know different, I know that, that creature EATS them. I’ve found bones and scattered body parts while in this maze, some of which belong to my friends and colleagues.
I came here with three others; Alex, Melissa and Lilly.
Lilly and I are the only two left.
But the others deaths were not in vain, I now know how to live longer. And I figure I should right this down for anyone to find this.
But Lilly is becoming, somewhat of a liability. She’s becoming tired, too weak, and has begun falling behind me. We are resting right at this moment while I’m writing. Her ankle has been sprained and she sobs uncontrollably for what seems like hours without end. She won’t speak to me, she stared at the creature’s reflection and I believe her sanity has escaped her. Oh God I hear it coming.......

I killed her. I killed Lilly. The monster caught up to us and I ran. I left her to die. She fell and I just left her. I can hear her screams, and the sickening sound of flesh being ripped apart now. What’s wrong with me? I left her to die! I murdered her. But I don’t want to die. I DON’T want to die! Lilly had to die…
Lilly had to die.
It’s toying with me, waiting for me to make a wrong turn. Waiting for me to move. I see it. I see it in the mirror. But it won’t get me! I have to live! So others will know what is in this God forsaken place!
I saw Alex’s hand today, it still has its class ring on it. I have it with me now. When I get out of here I’ll give it to his parents.

I stepped on something today. I think it was an eye. I wonder it was blue?
Melissa’s eyes were blue.
I see, it always now. Staring at me. ALWAYS FUCKING STARING!!
I see it’s reflection.
It won’t stop.
I can’t think any more.
That FUCKING NOISE!
That skittering.
Skitter skitter.
Skitter skitter Skitter skitter Skitter skitter…………

Description
1. Do NOT look directly at the creature.
2. Do NOT stare at the creature’s reflection in the mirrored hall.
3. Keep moving always keep moving.

I am writing this right now, because I fear I might go insane otherwise. I don’t know how long I’ve been here; hours, days, months. All I know is I’m thirsty, hungry, and tired. But I can’t stop, no, I can’t stop or it will get me. That, that thing, will get me.
It’s as if the creature had been designed for every possible fear anyone could have. The thing has three mannequin heads, covered by veils, and sharp teeth on the middle head and it doesn’t have eyes. No, it doesn’t have eyes on any of its faces, but its torso is cracked open, and inside its chest can be found a demonic eye with endless darkness around it. The thing has eight legs like a spider, and makes a God awful skittering sound when it’s chasing after you. This sound is then followed by the cracking and creaking of its upper half, which twitches and convulses as if a child was pulling on a marionettes strings.
That creature is something from Hell itself, and the place I’m in is no better.
I’m stuck in Crazy Barry’s Hall of Mirrors, an old carnival attraction that had been shut down since several children had gone missing within the hall. Its twists and turns make it a regular maze making it easy for children to be snatched away by a sexual predator hiding in its corridors. At least that is what I had come to think when I came here with my journaling crew. But now I know different, I know that, that creature EATS them. I’ve found bones and scattered body parts while in this maze, some of which belong to my friends and colleagues.
I came here with three others; Alex, Melissa and Lilly.
Lilly and I are the only two left.
But the others deaths were not in vain, I now know how to live longer. And I figure I should right this down for anyone to find this.
But Lilly is becoming, somewhat of a liability. She’s becoming tired, too weak, and has begun falling behind me. We are resting right at this moment while I’m writing. Her ankle has been sprained and she sobs uncontrollably for what seems like hours without end. She won’t speak to me, she stared at the creature’s reflection and I believe her sanity has escaped her. Oh God I hear it coming.......

I killed her. I killed Lilly. The monster caught up to us and I ran. I left her to die. She fell and I just left her. I can hear her screams, and the sickening sound of flesh being ripped apart now. What’s wrong with me? I left her to die! I murdered her. But I don’t want to die. I DON’T want to die! Lilly had to die…
Lilly had to die.
It’s toying with me, waiting for me to make a wrong turn. Waiting for me to move. I see it. I see it in the mirror. But it won’t get me! I have to live! So others will know what is in this God forsaken place!
I saw Alex’s hand today, it still has its class ring on it. I have it with me now. When I get out of here I’ll give it to his parents.

I stepped on something today. I think it was an eye. I wonder it was blue?
Melissa’s eyes were blue.
I see, it always now. Staring at me. ALWAYS FUCKING STARING!!
I see it’s reflection.
It won’t stop.
I can’t think any more.
That FUCKING NOISE!
That skittering.
Skitter skitter.
Skitter skitter Skitter skitter Skitter skitter…………