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Clown Game

It was one thing to have my hands and feet securely tied, but why was my mouth also sealed? I should at least have been able to make a noise! Why was I confined in a mental asylum? Why did it seem like everyone was afraid of me? Why... do I feel like laughing?---------------- This is a story where Holmes and the Joker wreak havoc on the SCP Foundation. I hope everyone will enjoy it!

Fat melon · Horror
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258 Chs

Chapter 149 Numbers Three

"The wall?" Dr. Zhang wore a bewildered expression...

He recalled the surveillance video where the patient suddenly looked up, finding it utterly baffling...

"Why was he staring at the wall?"

The wall was bare with no graffiti, painted white, utterly plain. For a moment, Dr. Zhang felt an unexplainable eeriness about it.

Then, he glanced at the camera above the doorframe...

He stood up, adjusted his position facing the camera, and walked to the wall following the route the patient had taken in the video...

Since the camera was right above the doorframe, his current position should have been out of the surveillance range.

So the man just inexplicably looked up at the wall and then moved to where he now stood... and a minute later... he went mad?

"What's going on?" he muttered to himself, imagining the patient moving like a sleepwalker close to the bare wall, an unjustified sense of panic rising within him...