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Alan (V.O.): Parliament Tower. It was back. I’ve been here many times before. I didn’t know how many. This felt different. Like my last chance. If it wasn’t already too late.
Alan (V.O.): Nobody lived here anymore. Was I too late? Scratch was in there, writing his horror story. There was still time to stop him. I needed to get inside.
Alice: I… It won’t end. Like a nightmare I can’t wake up from. I thought I could contain Alan in my photos, but… I can’t. The monster just keeps coming back. Every night. Like waves hitting the shore. I’m… I’m so tired. He is here all the time now. There’s so much rage inside him and I can’t stand it anymore. I tried so hard. But I can’t. I can’t. I’ve made a decision. Most of you won’t understand. People call me an artist, but I don’t care about any of that. I just wanted to show the world what I see. I can’t keep going like I have been. It’s time for a perspective shift. To go from photographer to subject. Fort artist to art.
Addendum: Alice Wake took her own life shortly after completing her work on The Dark Place. She will be missed, but will live on through her art. What follows are her final photographs.
Alan (V.O.): Alice was dead. Scratch tortured her until she couldn’t stand it anymore. Until she broke. And all that time, she thought it was me. Scratch was still here. He hadn’t escaped the Dark Place yet. He was scratching my edits out of “Return”.
Alan: No!
Alan (V.O.): I had seen this before. This was not Scratch. This was me. Caught in a loop. I had stopped myself trying to fix the manuscript. I was the one haunting Alice. It was always me. I killed her.
Alan: Aah!
Alan (V.O.): This is the ritual to lead you on. Your friends will meet him when you’re gone.