GEESE HOWARD
JANITOR BLEEDS - Abandoned Arcade in Dark Forest (Retro Inspired Horror Game)
>>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1f2sIgBQ7K0
>> Note 1
It has been a difficult couple of year . Whose idea was it to start and arcade bussiness in a location like this ? At this rate , we won’t last more than a couple of months.
I might have found a solution . I came across a strange brochure , about an old arcade cabinet for sale. One of a kind , it said . I had a strong urge to order the cabinet , as expensive as it was.
I’ll order the posters for this JANIOR game , Whatever happens, this will be the last hurrah of Hemo’s arcade.
Note 2
I think I’m only slowly piecing together what happened here. I’ve barely managed to avoid the entity. I’m not the first one that has stumbled into this place , nor will I be the last .
I don’t think the entity is what’s truly behind all of this.
It’s just a figment of what’s bleeding through the JANITOR into this world.
Note 3
I just had the strangest day. The address where we were suppose to pick up this arcade led us to an empty street, where the machine was sitting alone, covered by a sheet. Not a soul in sight.
The che-que was already in the wail, so we lifted the cabinet into the truck and headed back to Hemo's . I couldn't get the game out of my head. During the drive it felt like the machine was staring at the back of my neck.
The machine is installed in the main hall. I don't if i should happy or scared.
Note 4
The game itself isn’t evil. Even thought it seem to follow me inexplicaly around the arcade . I can’t shake the feeling the character in the game want to help me. If I follow their lead, maybe there’s a way undo all of this.
I hope by getting through this door, I can find answer. Or the way to fight back.
The entity seems to try everything to prevent me from finding this keys. There must be a good reason for it.
The key feels strangely heavy in any hand. Like it’s trying to guide me somewhere , pulling me towards the very center of this place.
Note 5
“Ryan , stop playing the games, get back to work !” Ugh, what kind of a kid doesn’t want to play games all day long , especially with the new game around ?
People are going crazy over this JANITOR game. I don’t think the place have ever been so busy. People are down right refusing to leave at closing time, and they are back waiting at the door when we open again ! At least the manager is estatic .
How can a game be so good, maybe I can playing a bit during my lunch break …
Note 6
Something went horribly wrong . The crowd in the main hall started screaming. Sounds of violence. I didn’t see what was happening, I just ran and hid.
It’s roaming the hall. Something evil.
It’s won't be long before it finds me .
Note 7
I have seen it . The mesmerizing light. And its source at the center. All it want is to feed . To lure the unexpecting victims into its twisted dimension.
The forest is surrounding me , the light is all I can see.
Note 8
I have see myself in the hospital surrounding me are those police, they said they found me stay unconscious outside the Hemo's building. So they took me to the hospital .
They also told me i was fine just I'm just exhausted. They will investigate me later for testimony.
Anyway , i'm tired. I need rest.
Note 9
Tomorrow i wake up at 8 o clock , why my head still hurt , i touch my head and it bandage. Then the nurse came into the room and give me some pills. It's for the head injury. She also give me the arcade tape of a game "SWIM ARCADE a gift by RYAN" . What's this ?
" There's a boy came into visit you , left for you along with this note."
"Thankyou"
I take a look and reading the note, after nurse leaving.
" It's a gift for you. My dad and my uncle have make this because we was so furor your work at JANITOR. It's a simple game just dash and dive to avoid eels and alligators also available in other nations and weather mode. You should try it yourself. "
What's that ?
Note 10
I was flowing with happy while we were published the game "JANITOR" ?
Now i have got a new KEY to opened my new success.
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