Entry #1
"My name is Dr. John Mane, I'm a psychologist. I never knew how my work affected others that was until my wife and child left me. I feel every day that my mind is drifting further away, I don't know if this life is true or not, but what happened tonight I know was real as anything else. I fell cold the headache hasn't left me, this whole place makes me sick. The walls sound as if there laughing at me. I don't know how long I will last, hopefully in time to make up for everything I've done".
Dr. John Mane was one of the best psychologist of his time treating patients that were said to be untreatable, that was until his work tore his family apart. Ever since then he has been in a bar every night, but this night he noticed something. A unicorn sitting next to him, he seemed familiar, then it clicked. This stallion sitting next to him caused all this, he waited for the stallion to leave before he would confront him. When the stallion left he followed. He followed him for about five minutes before they entered an alleyway. Then drunkenly he called for the other to stop. As the other stallion stopped and turned around John was already on top of him, stamping his hoof in his face. As the blood from the stallions face spread all over the two. John then pulled out a serrated knife and started cutting at his prey's horn after a few minutes the horn finally broke off. Falling off the body he fell against the wall, he felt like he just tried to run a marathon. He fell against the brick wall and into the darkness.
When he finally came to it was dark and foggy, but he could hear the sound of children playing. He had a horrible headache and just wanted to get home. He started walking to the exit of the alleyway, ,but the closer he got, the farther away it was. The walls seemed to watch him, as they elongated to the sky like some kind of surreal dream. The air felt still, and frigid cold, but it was the middle of summer. As the alleyway extended he broke out into a run, then he heard it. A form seemed to crawl out of a dumpster its pale body covered in blood, its intestines seemed to hang out. Its emotionless face stared into his, its tongue started going side to side wildly. He felt the scream build up in his body, but he just couldn't make a sound . Frozen he stood staring at this monstrosity, that is until it started towards him. He tried to run but his legs wouldn't move. It pounced onto him pushing him down. It had rows of razor sharp teeth trying to bite at his face. He pushed with all his might but its unnatural strength was to much for him. He reach out for something anything. He grabbed a bottle and pounded the creature's head with it shattering the bottle, this only mad the monster angry its tongue rapped around his neck chocking him. He then stabbed the monsters eye with the bottle, the monster let out a screech before clambering away. John then got up and tackled the monster stabbing it rapidly until it stopped moving."What was that thing"he asked himself. The body just seemed to dissolve away into the ground. He noticed that the alleyway seemed darker than before, but he knew he needed to get moving.
Entry#2
"I cant remember anything of what happened last night. It feels like a hazy dream. I don't know if this is all real that thing I don't know what it was. This has to be a dream or a nightmare I don't know what it is but I have to get out of this place".
As John worked his way through the ever narrowing alleyway he came to a complete stop, it was a dead end, with a door that looked to be apart of an old warehouse building. He thought if he should enter, he thought it couldn't get worse than what happened earlier. He bucked in the door, it smelt worse in than out. It was dark inside, but he had to push through. There was a tool bench a couple of feet from the door."There has to be a flashlight here somewhere",he told himself as he search the bench. He found one,"come on please work" he pleaded as he turned it on. When the light flickered on he saw it. The wall was covered in bloody letters saying turn back, with a body laying on the floor before it. He nearly puked when he saw it."My god what happened here",he asked himself. He grabbed a large wrench from the work bench. He started to walk through the building seeing more bodies as he went, feeling more sick each time. He felt as if he was being watched the entire time. He noticed something about the bodies, each one had its chest cavity riped open, they had their hearts in their hooves, each with a different expression on the face. He could hear whispers coming from the darkness saying your going to die in a singing chorus. His pace started to increase. His flashlight then suddenly went out. What looked to be red eyes opened all around him. He started to panic by bashing the flashlight against his arm to make it work. It flickered back on, he shined it all around him. There was nothing to be seen. He looked for an exit, he came to blood covered door. He reached for the handle slowly, then it swung open, shadowy faces shot out all biting into, pulling him into a black abyss. The shear pain made him black out.
When he awoke he was in a foggy street. There was a shadowy mansion before him. He looked at himself he didn't have one scratch on him. He started walking through the street. It was quiet not a single pony to be seen anywhere he looked. The stores empty it all seemed so unnatural."Hello",he called out as his voice echoed down the street. Still nothing. Then stumbling through the murky shadows came somepony or something. It didn't have a coat just skin, no eyes just a wide mouth. It seemed to be making grunting noises. It didn't look at him it seemed to sniff the air, then it started running towards him. He started to run away, but as he turned there was a giant wall in the way. He turned to face his attacker but as he did the creature bursted into smoke. He turned back around and the wall was gone. He started shaking his head,"this cant be happening",he said while shaking. He heard a loud roar coming from a distance away."I need to get to that mansion",he told himself while turning on the flashlight. As he came closer to the large building he noticed bodies chained to the walls of it. The stench was nearly unbearable."What is this place",he asked himself while walking up the steps to the large building. The building looked old, windows boarded up and it looked charred from fire. He opened the front door, the inside didn't even resemble the outside. It looked old but nearly in perfect condition.
Entry#3
"The mind is a fragile thing, anything can go wrong at anytime. Ussualy unexpected but very dangerous. Almost every mental condition is created at a young age. Like nightmares are caused from past experiences. Ussualy nightmares dont feel real, but sometimes they are more real than you think. Its not the horrors of the known that we fear its the unknown. The dark isnt what frights us no its whats beyond our vision. True bravery is to take on the unknown without hesitasion".
The mansions front room was huge. John started walking up the stairs which led to a long dark hallway. There were paintings all along the walls but all the faces were shadowed. "What the fuck is this place",he asked himself looking at the portraits."Why is this happening to me",he asked himself while shacking his head. The hallway was coming to an end which led to two different directions. One way led to an even darker corridor, the other led to a hallway with a door at the end. He walked to the door, reaching for it. He stoped, something didnt feel right. Then a long blade shot through the door, missing his head barely. The blade retracted, and a red eye looked through the crack towards him. He began to run, but the hallway semed to go on for miles. The way was lit up by torches through the hallway. Then as he turned around the creature was already at him and swung at his head. As the blade swept by him the torches went out, and the creature was gone."What the fuck is going on, am I dreaming or is this real".he asked himself starting for the end of the hallway.
Entry#4
"We all have fears, some differ from others. But we all have some fear of the dark. Its pure nature for this to be. Like we might fear a spider, or a snake. You cant help it its embedded in your mind. A fear isnt bad its your minds way for self preservation. But what some see and fear things that arent happening, but what isnt real for someone its to real for someone else. What is happening is way to real to put it as a halutionation"
The end of the hallway opened into a loft of sort. The shadows of the moon streeked across the floor and walls through the windows. There was a fireplace burning bright with what looked like a fresh fire. This was all strange to him. There was a large painting of an old stalion, with fancy cloths, this too seemed strange to him. There was a desk on the wal across from the painting. It had a note on it, john picked up the note and read."Welcome to my manner. You may be questioning yourself at this point, but I assure you it is all real. You may want to leave, but you cannot leave until it is done. You will see more things here that will terrify you but stay strong and you will make it. Good lick",as he finnished the last word the fire suddenly went out. H looked at it wondering, then he heard a low growl. He turned around looking strieght at the painting. Its face was twisted into a snarl, and it seemed to be potruding from the wall. He ran for the door at the other end, but it was useless, the door wouldnt budge. He could hear the haunting moans coming closer, He started to bash his body against the door. Then finally it broke in. He ran through the opening and ran. The noise stoped and all was quiet again. This seemed to have a negative effect on him."There's no way out of this hell is there. Why me what have I done to deserve all this", he asked himself shacking in the darkness of the room."Daddy is that you", a voice asked coming from the corner. The voice seemed familar, then it hit him it was his daughter. Out from the darkness stumbled only what can be described as an abomination. Her head was twisted upside down, the limbs twisted everyway, her eyes dripping with blood, razor sharp teeth in a twisted smile."No, no why what are you",he yelled while crying."But daddy it's me"."No, you cant be my daughter. It can't be", he replied tears streaming down his face.
