Yo, it’s xxTheBrightSideDarkSidexx here with some majorly messed-up news from the asylum. Y’all know Westbridge is creepy, right? Well, I was poking around again, and this time I found something straight out of a nightmare. You know that feeling when something just appears? That happened—a door showed up where there wasn’t one before. I stepped through, ‘cause you know I had to, and man, the room on the other side was like a horror movie. Old, rusty medical tables with freaky straps, and these weird cages shoved in the corners. Total bad vibes.
Then, here’s where it gets real twisted: the floor was covered in these shiny, silvery puddles, mixed with dried blood. I thought it was water at first, but nah, it didn’t act like water. It just sorta... sat there, not soaking in, not evaporating, just weird. My buddy said it could be some chemical they used in old thermometers or something, but I dunno. All I know is, mixed with the blood, it made my skin crawl. And my memory? It’s fuzzy now, like the whole thing’s trying to slip away, but I’m sure I saw those puddles near the tables where they did the experiments.
I tried going back the next day to show someone, but the door was gone. Like, poof, vanished into thin air. No way to find that room again, even though I retraced every step. If you ever find that door, be careful, ‘cause whatever happened in there... it’s still waiting, bro.
