#17

This pad is now being taken in as evidence. Please stand down, you will be debriefed shortly.

You did well, Hayes and Quinn are recieving medical attention.

Stand by for more information.



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#16

Oh god, what is happening? They are filling the room.

The gas. Far more.

So tired. Can't think.

I remember. get help.

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#15

The offwhite of my walls are comforting to me now, much better than any blue or indigo. I have no real need for social interaction, no need to play the romeo, to echo any hollywood words of love to a beau.
I don't need to sing out my feelings through a mike, have them echo across an unfeeling world, nope - no mike needed here! No call of bravo! Who needs their words to echo when you have company as good as the human mind? I do not need to play the romeo.

In this room, I am the alpha. I never wanted to see Lima anyway, who needs to see Lima!?

All I need, anymore, are these four walls and all the time in the world.

#14

Each day I come to new conclusions about my position in this world. Where I stand and where I will be when I come through this test. I am reminded of a poem by one of my favourite poets.

Where I am by Ella Rye

Where am I?
I live in the shadow of crooks
stuck in the glare of wild cats
and under the watchful eye of kings
Where am I?
Under hell are I

#13

GreAt newS, i decided to TURN over a nEw leaf. no more Devilish plays, or Dastardly fOWl plaNs. Instead of lusting after MEMORIES, I'll tell you of my dreams of the future.

my time here will make me as strong as ten tigers, no longer a prisoner to my past life. i will be a new man, a delagate for the human race.

thats what my time here will bring me.
thankyou, my friends, for keeping me company here.

i hope to see you soon.

H

#12

I rather like my new home, I dont really NEED any of the luxuries of the outside world. I have food, water, and plenty of time to think, who would want anything MORe?

I SupposE i should sleep. I am a weary donKEY.

goodnight,

H

ps. as for those of you claiming to be helping, well, I can't possibly comment.

#11

Good evening,

I've had a perfectly normal day here today. I used my time wisely; vigorous exercise, philosophy and reflection.
I am thankful for my time here to truthfully ponder upon lifes' wonders. The off white walls are not so oppressive once you accept them, and the food really is top notch.

Sincerely yours,

Patient H













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#10

Ok. This will be short, I'm not sure what is going on.

Two things to report:
1) My head wound has cured already. It was a gash which extended about 2 inches down from above my hairline onto my forehead. I pulled the makeshift bandages off just now and all that is left is an ugly pink scar. What on earth is going on?

2) It looks like the door had always been there, just made of the same material as the rest of the wall, and papered over from the inside. I tore at the corner left after it was closed again to reveal the entire door. I tried to force my fingers in between the gaps but the join is just too close. I checked the whole thing and right at the bottom theres a stamp, it reads "made in leics".

H

#9

The withdrawal from the gas is pretty epic, Ive spent a lot of time throwing up today. But i have had flashes of memory. A cab ride, a phone and the steps up to a house, some flowers - maybe the house from my dream. Also, the name sykes.

Early in the day i heard the food slide down the chute and hit the mattress which Id stuffed in the hole. After another hour or so my light went out. Then another hour. Then, out of nowhere i heard a tearing sound and a door appeared out of nothing on the right hand wall.
Before i knew it the room was filled with men in gas masks, one cracked my head open with a baton whilst another pulled the mattress from the hole, the rest kicked me or turned the room upside down. Through the chaos i saw a figure standing in the doorway - fat and balding, he looked into my eyes and i saw true fear flow from him. He knew me. I know it.

Just as quickly as it started it finished. Ive patched my head with my torn sheet. The blood loss combined with the gas again is really wearing me down. Ill sign off for now, i will talk later.

H

#8

Ok, my living quarters are rather spartan. The tray which the food came on isn't big enough to fill the whole and to be honest its so flimsy it would simply fall out.
So, I'm tearing up my mattress. Things are getting desperate, if they (whoever they are) are GASSING me, I need to take some action.
I'm going to take Maurice's advice and plug the hole. Maybe tomorrow I will feel better. From what I can gather I only have a couple of hours before lights out so I need to make sure this is in place before then.

I hope I am able to speak to you tomorrow. Maybe blocking the gas will help my memory.
Thankyou, sincerely.

Wish me luck.

#7

Wait, gas? Theres a hissing coming from the same vent the food flex from, but no odour. Q says thats what is making him tired? Crap. What if its poisonous!?

What can i do? can i stop it getting in?
Pass this message to Q:
Hello, i am H. We will get out of here, these posters will help us but we have to work together. If there is ANYthing strange about your room you have to let me know through them. This gas, does it have an odour? i need to know how you noticed it and i didnt.
You are not alone,
Your friend
Patient H

#6

I am still hugely tired, and Ive been asleep for the past few hours. The dream is getting more warped, the house gets bigger and darker, my tormentor gets taller, more terrifying. I want to remember, i need to know who I am! But my head feels full of.. I dunno, fluff!
Erca found out that my neighbour is Patient Q, until we can find a way to talk properly I'd like to see if Erca (and anyone else who can) could communicate for us. Still, im wary, I still have no idea where I am, or how i got here, If they are another "patient", I suppose they might be in the same situation as me. Could you ask how long they have been here?

Be careful! We don't know who they are. Thankyou.

#5

An opening just appeared on the blank wall to the right of my desk - I took a look in and it seems to just keep going up, its too narrow to crawl through and its so dark I can't see anything in there.Anyway, I had to pull my head out of the way before a cardboard tray with food shot out - bread, cheese, cold meat and some water in a clear plastic cup. I didn't even think, I was so hungry I wolfed it down. That might have been a bad idea, but for the moment I'm not starving at least.

I knocked on the wall again, whoever is on the other side knocked back the same sequence:
.... . .-.. .-.. ---

I'm bad with more code, but I know SOS. So I know the final letter is O - thats about it!

#4

The lights flicked back on about about an hour ago. Time is difficult to keep track of.

Thankyou Erca, thankyou! Thankyouthankyouthankyou.
This feels like my only lifeline, reaching your little words through this screen helped me face another day.

Ok, must focus!

I did everything you suggested. Heres what I found:

The pad is black and slim, about the size of a DvD box. It hinges at the back and opens to a conventional QWERTY keyboard - except with a few more buttons which I don't think are standard on a keyboard: post, comment, back, forward. When I open it up, this page is there, I can only access the "new post" page and my other posts, any other link is inactive. There is no X in the corner to click and no taskbar at the bottom - just my blog.
There are no wires, ports or hatches on the bottom. No microphone from what I can see and no place for a power cable or batteries. Oh god, what if it runs on batteries? What if it runs out?

As for the desk and bed. The desk is standard wooden painted this dull grey, as is the chair. I felt all along the bottom of the table and under the chair, nothing to report. I also crawled under the bed, its a normal spring bed with a lumpy old mattress on top. I suppose I could tear it open, but I don't know how long I'll be here, so I'm reluctant to do that yet.

Then I moved onto the walls, I began with the wall to the left of my desk - this wall is definately made of stone, its cold and doesn't sound hollow. I knocked up as far as I could reach and right to the bottom. Nothing. So I moved onto the wall behind my desk, again stone, again, nothing (but, incidently, I can move my desk). The wall across the room to the right of my desk is not cold stone like the first two, but seems to be board, its hollower but I tried hitting it and in my weakened state I got nowhere. So I moved onto the wall by my bed I started on the left bottom and moved all the way till I was sitting on my bed and then, well, someone knocked back. I didn't know what to do, so I came on here.

Whatever the knocking was, it was replying to me, and it kept repeating the same thing, the knock went:


" .... . .-.. .-.. --- "

#3

Oh crap. The only light in here just went out, I didn't hear the filament go so I don't think its broken - I assume this is supposed to be night time. I can still see by the light of the screen though. I don't want to sleep, I want to avoid that dream as much as possible.

I thought I heard some noise behind the wall next to my bed, but now I'm not sure. It must have been about 8 hours since I woke up. Thankyou SynAlex, you are the only inkling of interaction I can remember.

I feel so alone. I think I should be more worried that I can't remember anything outside these walls, I suppose I should miss someone but I can't remember anyone to miss!

I don't want to sleep, but I'm so tired. Maybe I will feel better in the "morning", maybe I'll wake up and I'll be out of here.

Please help me, anything, anything will help.

Goodnight,

Patient H

#2

I think I must have got to the bed and passed out. I had an incredibly vivid dream - I was in a strange house in the middle of the night, it was totally trashed. I was terrified, but not for myself, I remember distinctly being afraid for someone else. I was stuck in place, just cemented to the floor in what I think was the lounge, and try as I might I couldn't remove my feet from the floor, as much as I knew I had to get upstairs. Just as I my fear seemed to peak a face loomed out of the darkness and I woke up.
The face was distorted, its skin was black and like rubber. Its eyes were large and glass like, and it was breathing through some sort of filter. I don't think I want to sleep again!

Whatever it is that's making my head hurt is still making me really tired. I need to find out where I am, or if anyone else is around.

Please help me, how can I find out where I am?

#1

Hello? Where am I?
I woke up in this room, and I have no idea how I got here, or even where I am!

I'm in a room, there are no doors and no windows. Only a light fitting with a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. My head hurts, like I've been asleep for a long time, I'm having a little trouble focusing.

The only things in my room are the bed, this desk and chair and then this pad. I've never seen anything like it before, it folds open with a little keyboard and a screen - this is the only page it brings up. It seems my account has been made for me. PatientH? What? Is that me? I assume thats me! I can't...

Oh god... Help!

Is there anyone there? What do I do?