I Found A Flash Drive Documenting A Bizarre Psychology Experiment In 2009. This Was What Was Inside. (Part 5)

Part five of a series.
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image – Flickr / evil_mel

Day 4

10/20/2009


2:30am

Someone is knocking on our shack door. I am looking at the cameras right now; all four subjects are asleep in their rooms. Garett is brandishing a kitchen knife, and Edward is hiding in the room. Not only were we foolish enough not to point any cameras at the entrance to our hiding place, there are not even any windows here. And there is only the one door leading out.

I am suddenly imagining one of those above-ground kiddie pools, filled with blood instead of water. Imagine someone cutting into one of the walls and all of the gooey, coagulated blood washing out like a broken dam. That is what it will be like when the authorities find us in here, chopped up like little pieces of meat in a crimson stew. Sorry, I’m just a little scared. I’m supposed to be the one in charge here.

The knocking has stopped. It wasn’t very rough, like what you would expect it to sound like when the person knocking has come with the intention of flaying you alive. Now that I think about it, I am really bothered that we have no idea who was just on the premises of this place that is virtually in the middle of nowhere. This is only the fourth day that we’ve been here.

If we weren’t so busy going over all of the footage from Night 2 to early Day 3, we would likely have seen whoever was approaching on one of the tree cams. As if this is not enough, Edward had spilled coffee on the computer tower set up with the recording software. All we have left are live feeds. Whether it is me, or some deranged person outside the door, one of us is going to kill Edward.

3:00am

A realization came to me suddenly: maybe the person knocking was the groundskeeper, coming back to check on us and make sure we’re okay. Having intimated this to Garett and Edward, I made for the door, only to be shoved onto the ground.

“I’m sorry,” Garett said.

He seemed a little surprised at himself. I was too, honestly. I didn’t think he had it in him.

“You can’t just open the door like that to a stranger out here in nowhere land, at 2:00 in the morning. Maybe it was the groundskeeper, or maybe it wasn’t. But if it was, I think he would have announced himself.”

He was absolutely right. This has prompted me to begin analyzing my state of mind more completely; with the participants behaving strangely yesterday, and now this knocking, I think I may be unwinding just a little bit. Edward piped in from the other room that maybe I need to take a little break from everything. As hard as I’ve been finding it to trust Edward again, I think he has a point. I have asked him and Garett to glue their faces to the monitors while I rest. They are, under no circumstances, to go outside until I am up.

Garett nodded, but Edward only gave a strange, grunting half-laugh from the bedroom. I shrugged it off. I am suddenly feeling exhausted. TC mark

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