I killed that motherfucker. I was so damn terrified. That asshole Jeff must be using my worst fears against me. Cuz when I killed the fucker, he morphed into snakes and spiders. Doesn't help that it started to thunder when he died. I fucking hate this house. I managed to jump from the bed, over the floor of snakes, and out of the door. I slam the door and block the opening on the bottom of it. "That's dealt with. What fear is next?" I look down the hall and see a maze of bees, moths, and mosquitoes. "Son of a bitch. Three of them?! I really need to find these bullets. I hope Avery is having a better time than me." I secure my mask and put on my hood, charging through the bugs, screaming every so often when a bee stings me, a mosquito bites me, or a moth flies in my face. I make it to the door at the end of the hall and look back. They are all gone. So are my bites and stings. Good.

I open the door and enter the room. I raced to open all the drawers. No luck. Big surprise there. I did find bug spray. "Very funny Jeff," I say to myself, "very funny." I take it anyway for later. I keep looking around for maybe any clues for what the hell is with this place. I learned that this used to be a mental institute. There was a gas leak that made people hallucinate. Could I just be hallucinating? Is Jeff not really doing this? So many questions, so little answers.

I enter the doctor's office and find bullets sitting on the counter, next to a bag of pot. I take both and load the gun. I cock it and test it. The shot is loud and it knocks down some needles. Some liquid squirted out and melted some of the floor. Shit, all of the needles are filled with acid. I need to be careful. I slowly step over the needles and try not to crack them or step on the buttons. I step on one, I don't crack it, but I lose my balance. I fall on my back, my head only inches from another needle. I hate this place. I stand up and see Jeff. He grins and smiles, "Just relax and go to sleep it'll all be over soon." He injects me with something and runs. I fire off some rounds but miss. I expect to die or faint but I don't. Thank god. I leave the office feeling anxious and scared.

When I get out of this, I'm laying down and doing nothing for a week. My legs are aching. I haven't stopped moving since I started. But hey, how big can this place be?