JinDevilKazama

.Prologue. .Three Years Later. The sound of tires crunching over the gravelled drive way cut through the breezy summer air with force, as a silver Fiesta car came rolling to a stop. It was a large car, some family saloon type of the other. And once the vehicle had stopped, all four of the doors opened. From the drivers side, came a man in his early forties, well build, with cornflower blue eyes, and pale brown hair. Following him came a woman from the passenger side. She was smaller, petite and thin. Her curly red hair bounced lightly as she turned on her high heels to look over her shoulder, and smile. “All set kids?” she asked,

...Help me... I'm locked in this place. Tormented and alone. With my head lulling against the soft white fabric of the walls. I'm listening to the screaming coming from the other rooms. The sounds of anguish, hate and lunacy. ...Free me... I don't want to stay here. Not in this place. Not with these people. They think I'm mad, crazy. But I know that's not true. They are the crazy one's here. Not me. ...Don't judge me... Just set be free. I promise I'll be a good boy. No more killing, no more raping. No more death at my hands. But please, please. Get me out of here, let me go. I swear I'll change. ...Don't keep me here... In this crazy

I hadn't been here long. Just a couple of days, but already the Stanley Hotel seemed teething with paranormal activity. At least it did for me. But then again, that was what I was here. I am, after all, a Paranormal Investigator, well I like to call myself one anyway. But I'm getting off track here, my name, as you should already know, is Tobey Brooks, and I've come from a small place in England, to this hotel in America in search of ghosts.. I never expected to find him... It was, if I recall my third day at this particular hotel, a Tuesday I think. And as always I'd passed the day by writing up notes of the study from the night before, as

It was strange he though, this new found freedom. Being able to actually walk the streets, albeit by the cover of night, and not being restrained, or having to back to his cell. He'd been out a little under a week now. The first few days he'd spent running. He figured someone would have to notice that he was gone, and then, then they would come after him. Hunt him down like some animal and drag him kicking and screaming back to the laboratory or something.. ..But no one came, and he figured, at least, for the moment, it was safe enough to stop for a day or two. It was dusk by the time he arrived in the nearest town, and he felt himself growi