As I stumbled through the darkness, desperate to escape the manor, I stumbled upon a hidden room. The door creaked open, revealing a room filled with old files and documents.
Among the papers, I found a folder with my name on it. I opened it, and a chill ran down my spine. The documents revealed a shocking truth: I was never a paranormal investigator. I was a patient in a mental institution, and Blackwood Manor was just a product of my own delusional mind.
The memories, the experiences, the terror – it was all just a product of my own imagination. Sarah, the ghosts, the haunting – all just a figment of my own paranoid delusions.
But as I read on, I realized that there was more to the truth than I could have ever imagined. The manor was real, but it wasn't haunted by ghosts. It was a testing ground for a sinister organization that used advanced technology to manipulate the human mind.
I was a test subject, a guinea pig for their experiments. The documents revealed that I had been subjected to intense psychological conditioning, designed to break my mind and create a new reality.
The more I read, the more my world crumbled. Everything I thought I knew was a lie. I was trapped in a never-ending nightmare, and I didn't know what was real and what was just a product of my own imagination.
As I finished reading the documents, the room began to spin. I felt a presence behind me, and I knew I was not alone. The documents were taken from my hands, and I was dragged back into the darkness.
The last thing I remembered was a voice whispering in my ear: "You'll never escape the truth."
*But what if the truth is just another layer of the lie?*