I hear something coming from behind me.

I need to go back.

It's that same sound again.

Is it just me, or does the wall seem closer than before?

What the hell kind of dream was that? The dreams never get better. Its time to leave this hotel.

Administrator: Are you checking out? You: Trying to. Administrator: Nice day today, isn't it? You: I guess. I don't know. Administrator: Have you seen any tall people recently? You: ... Administrator: Nevermind, then. Don't forget to hand over the key before you leave.

Administrator: All the best.

I mean, check out.

I'm here. I hope I can have a rest. Maybe it will help me. Everything, as advised by my psychologist. Far from civilization, far from nature. Far from everything. I could explore the house, but I am very tired. It is better to go straight to bed now.

This is what I need now. Tomorrow I'll explore the house.

New day. I feel really good. No dreams, that I can remember. So, that's good. I think I should explore the house today.

It's about time for a nice wash. I was in such a hurry before. That's better.

If doctor advised it, I need to take it.

Quite tasty. But to be honest, it could be better.

My least favorite choice, is juice. But why not? Now I have to explore the house.

I don't like this room. Feels like the walls are slowly closing in. I will try not to go here again.

Look at the view here... This forest seems mysterious, somehow. Like there's an entirely different universe hidden between those trees.

This room is pleasant enough. I would spend time here with friends. Or with someone else.

It's full of ♥♥♥♥. I have no time to go through this mess. On the other hand, a storage room should be this cluttered, right?

From here I can get to the barn. I think it would be very nice to sit there on a warm summer day. I think that's enough for today. It is necessary to write in the diary.

Diary note 1 First day in the house. There were no dreams. So, that's good. For the first time in a long time I had a 'normal' morning. Washed and ate breakfast like a normal person. I looked around the house. I am finding things to do, like opening all the locked doors. I think everything is getting better. This rest should do me good.

Today was a good day for me. Just because today nothing bothers me.

Letter 1 Honey, as you are reading this, I will already be on the road home. You cannot imagine how I miss you and my son. He was only six when I left, and now he is eight. Time has flown by so quickly. And this terrible war played its role. The world hasn't seen such horrors before. In my travels I met a very interesting person. If only you could meet and talk with him! I'm running out of time, so wait for my next letter. I love you.

Letter 2 I took the time to write you a few lines. See you soon. It is unfortunate that I have such little time. I cannot accept letters, but it does not prevent me to continue to write to you. Remember when I talked about my new friend? Maybe he can come and stay with us for a while. The thought of it makes me happy. He is a really interesting man, and with him, our research can become something really meaningful. Perhaps we can deal with the strange phenomena taking place under our house.

Letter 3 Honey, I've been thinking about what's going on between us. I hope you will forgive me, and we can begin to live again as a happy family. I really want to believe that. I just really need to sort things out.

Locked.

I feel a little juice left in the lightbulb. I'll take it. I have a feeling that I can do something with it later.

Letter 4 I want to tell you a strange story that happened to me a couple of days ago. For the second day in a row, I suffered from insomnia. There's nothing I could do about it, so I am keeping myself busy, working by candlelight. I'm feeling very tired, but sleep does not come to me. I started noticing some strange noises outside the hotel where I was staying. I went to the window to look. At first, I did not notice anything. Then after a few seconds, I saw a man. He just stood there. Suddenly I noticed something else. He looked just like me. He really looked exactly like me. In the excitement, I ran into the street...but there was nobody there.

I know you. But I don't remember who you are. Damn it...

It started again. ♥♥♥♥. What's the point of this? Well, it is better to try not to think about it. I'll figure out what to do today.

I hear the wind. Where is it coming from? It's worth looking into.

Hmm, the wind from there. There's definitely an empty space. I must find a way to get there. I think in the house there is something that will help me with it.

I hope that the water will wash away the remnants of the nightmare. Disgusting feeling. Mind games are very tiring.

I do not want to eat. But if you do not eat, it won't be better. It says that it is natural and healthy. Does anyone really believe that?

Only now I have wondered why someone left the box there. This should be in the closet or in the attic. Hmm ... Great stuff! This may help.

Wow! There's a room. What the hell? Why was it hidden?

It looks like some kind of office. Worth seeing.

A key, and a map. What does this key open?

On the table are different records. They are laid out in a strange manner.

Old book ...Similar catacombs are found not only in Europe but also in Siberia, Africa, and, oddly enough, in the New World. The organization which has built them seems to be very ancient and strong. Each of these labyrinths has an input and something like a well in the most hidden areas of the catacombs. Nobody was able to test their depth. The researchers said that they heard a sound like a knock coming out of the well. Due to their extreme rarity, the truth about them remains unseen...

Letter 5 Hello, Archibald! I'm at home with my family. We really missed each other. I can assure you that our journey has been a huge benefit to my work. Those books that you gave me told me a lot. I made a map of the catacombs that are under my house. Installed a ladder into the barn, but I have not shown it to my family. They think that I just work there, but they do not need to know what I am really doing. This would just cause them meaningless worry. I want to tell you something about the catacombs. Most routes lead to nowhere, but one route in particular goes deeper. It's deeper than you can even imagine. I have not yet dared to go there, but I must do it someday. After all, maybe that's where the thing I am really looking for is located.

Old diary 1 My quest is going well so far. Relations with the family seem to be 'normal'. They do not suspect anything. So, it's good. I read some interesting books given to me by Archibald. One of them, about the catacombs of unknown origin in various parts of the world. The description sounds similar to what I've seen under our house. Some researchers suggest that it was built in the Middle Ages by Sectarians, a theory which remains unknown. But what force would be powerful enough to create such a large-scale construction? The purpose of the catacombs are not yet clear to me. There is no way out, not that I could find. No traces of human activity, either. It is necessary to continue research.

Key approached.

Well... Let's see where it leads, shall we? This place continues to surprise me. Where did it all come from?! There may be a lot of valuable material for historians and archaeologists. According to notes on the map, I'm in a place marked in blue. I'll keep track of my way. So I can always come back here.

I can easily break this lock. So I will do it. Cool!

Old diary 2 I installed a ladder in the barn, so you can easily get into the catacombs. I also set the grate with a lock in the catacombs, just in case. Every day I lock the barn on the night. When my wife questions me about it, I say that she can spoil everything and hurt himself. And it's really true! This finding may come as a shock for the unprepared human. A person may be foolish enough to enter the catacombs, get lost and never come back out.

Old diary 3 I have been drawing a map of the catacombs. They are a network of rooms with inputs and outputs. I divided a piece of paper into equal squares and began to paint the individual squares, which are the walls. Inputs I outlined in blue. The map's legend is on the side. There are many forks and dead ends, but one thing I know for sure. There is one room that should be very interesting.

Old diary 4 Today, I almost lost myself here. I have to be careful. The deeper I go, the harder it becomes to remember my way back. I decided to draw a pencil line that will show where I was, so you can always come back. Every time I enter, I erase the old line and start a new drawing. This can wear my map out faster, but I hope it will not happen so quickly.

Old diary 5 I found it! Found it! In the last deadlock, I found a hole in the floor. I watched, and noticed a couple of things. I have not been able to find the bottom. But I heard some sounds coming from there. Describing them is difficult, but I can assume something. These sounds may be coming from something alive down there. I cannot be absolutely sure, and anyone who heard it would consider me crazy. But Archibald can listen to my thoughts. It will be necessary to contact him.

It looks like a well. Bottom is not visible. Is it just me, or did I hear some sounds? You: Who are you? You: How did you get here? Tall man: I will tell you two things. You: What do you mean? Tall man: First thing: Tall man: If you look back more often, you can see a lot of interesting things. Tall man: Second thing: Tall man: People are not what they seem. You: What the hell?!

Finally I got out. I don't want to come back. I'm very tired. Now I just want to sleep.

Diary note 2 The second day passed. Why am I writing this? What the hell is going on? This house has more secrets than I could have imagined. What is this hidden room? It was invisible, but over time it became visible. The room looks like some kind of office, filled with strange books and notes.They refer to the catacombs under the house. What the hell do I know about catacmbs? What is it?! It's something like a huge system of underground corridors, right? So, what is it doing under this house? Using a map, I found something like a well. I heard strange sounds emanating from there. I thought I heard the sound of knocking, and other noises. I saw a tall man. This man was in my dream. What did he say? What was real?

What a day. Oh, to hell with it.

Old diary 6 Archibald came to me a couple of days ago. He will stay here for a couple of weeks. Tomorrow, we will explore the catacombs together. I am sure he will notice something interesting. I heard strange sounds coming from his bedroom at night. It was like a prayer, or something similar. Our bedrooms are side by side, and I could definitely hear it. I asked my wife what she thinks about it. But, she says she did not hear anything. I don't think she wants Archibald in our home. My son also sidelined him, despite his good nature. Most of the time, they simply ignore him...as if he is not here at all. I think they will get used to him, it will just take some time.

Old diary 7 I visited the catacombs along with Archibald. He heard the sounds from the well, too. We discussed them all day. Now we are certain that they come from a living creature. We need to find a way to interact with it. We need to understand how it exists down there. Perhaps this form of life has never seen another living being! I cannot wait to continue to work on this.

Old diary 8 Damn! The scum disappeared somewhere, along with my family! What the hell is going on? I checked everywhere, even went to the forest and catacombs. Wait. I have not looked at the basement! Idiot! How could I forget to check there?! There's no time, I'm going there.

She: It is dark. She: Nothing. She: An attempt - not torture. She: ♥♥♥♥ it.

I heard some sound.

Tall man: You still don't understand?! Tall man: It's time to see something really amazing. Tall man: This is what you came for. Tall man: Isn't it? Tall man: One more day. Tall man: And you will know everything. Tall man: Well, is everybody ready? Old-fashioned man: Yes. Administrator: Yes. Girl: Of course. Tall man: I hope you read the script. Tall man: Let's rehearse that scene. Girl: Again? Girl: How many times must we go over it?! Administrator: Calm down. Administrator: He is the boss. Administrator: We will do as he says. Old-fashioned man: I agree. You: What do we do? Girl: Do not play the fool. Old-fashioned man: And are you sure you're ready to practice today? Old-fashioned people: Not that I care about your opinion, but... Tall man: That's enough! Tall man: I understand that most of you do not care how much time we spend here. Tall man: But we have to work. Administrator: All right. Old-fashioned people: Yes, you're right. Girl: Finally. Tall man: Start. Girl: Oh, how beautiful this life is! Girl: Hello friends! Have you seen tall people recently? Girl: No, I haven't. Girl: Should I have seen them? Old-fashioned man: I saw. ... Girl: So? Tall man: Hey, it's your line, are you with us? You: What? All: Your line! You: What the ♥♥♥♥ do you want from me?! You: ♥♥♥♥ you! You: ♥♥♥♥ ALL OF YOU! Damn it. These dreams are so real. I feel lost in them. I can hear the sounds. Where are they coming from?

It actually works? What is that on the screen? Is it... me? Darkness. Breathing. Figures. Yesterday. Already today. Blood.

Headache... Did I wake up at night? What happened? I don't remember what happened. I don't know.

How did this key appear here? Was someone here? Are they here now? ♥♥♥♥.

Attempting the key. Interesting.

Now... Now I know what I should do. I need to go to one place.

Diary note 3 I just realized something. I keep running away from what's bothering me. What happened to me in the past... the majority of people probably think it's nothing. But to me, it's everything. But, now I know that I have no other way. I have no choice. I know where I should go. How do I know? I do not understand. Life is full of strange events. Just like what's happening now in this house...it is very strange.

My entire body aches. Why?

I'm sick. But I still need to eat. I think it's overdue. As with everything else.

I have a strange feeling inside. I don't need to stay here anymore. It didn't do me any good. I thought that I could forget everything here. Relax. But it always comes back. I have only one choice. Plunge headlong into the problem.

Barman: Hey. Barman: Want a drink? You: Yes. You: I'll be here a while. Barman: Hey, we're closing. now Barman: You gotta go. Barmen: You've been sitting here for hours.

We will meet again. I had to believe that it was true.

She is gone. Where are you? Where did you go?

Note Do not look for me.

I must find her. I know one place. Perhaps it will tell me what to do.

Barmen: Hey. You: Hello. You: Did you happen to see a woman here recently? Barman: Yeah, there was one. Barman: She asked me not to tell anyone she was here. You: ...Then why did you tell me? Barman: I didn't promise her anything. Barman: You look so desperate, man. Barman: Not like you want to do something bad to her. You: She didn't say where she going next? Barman: Nothing specific. Barman: But I can show you something on the map. You: Thank you. Barman: Good day to you.

Had she gone there? What the hell?

You: Hello. You: Was there a woman here recently? Administrator: No, we haven't had visitors lately. You: Okay... You: Thank you.

Only one place remains. How did I suddenly appear here? What's going on?

It's... It's me? What the... Old-fashioned man: Archibald. Old-fashioned man: He's scum. Old-fashioned people: Archibald? Old fashioned: Is he really that bad? Tall man: Are you fools?! Tall man: How many times must I tell you?! Tall man: And you continue not to listen! Tall man: I feel that the end is near. Tall man: I think we will not meet again. Tall man: Sorry, it was fun. Old-fashioned man: Yes. Old fashioned: Come and gone. Old-fashioned man: So much has happened. Old-fashioned man: And so little time has passed. You: Hi. You: Here we are again, huh? You: I've been thinking. You: We should talk. You: You might not answer me. You: I just wonder. You: If you keep coming back... You: Is there still something between us? You: I know one thing. You: I'm an idiot. You: Idiot. You: It's all my fault. You: Only my fault. You: I've always been very weak. You: Even at the most important moment I failed to do what was needed of me. You: I'm sorry. You: I still love you. You: But, what do I do now?

I think I've had enough. Goodbye. Everything must have an end. These days, I never thought I would be able to calm down about it. Something always prevented me from letting go. But I'm fine now. This time I'm sure. It was really difficult. It was probably the most difficult thing in my life. Actually... This is actually easier. We just complicate it. Sometimes I think of you. You enter my dreams. Yes, not everything is gone. But I'm sure I can bring myself back to normal. I have enough time for this.

Looks like I'm staying after all. Do you mind? I'm stuck inside. And there is no way out of this maze. I tried. But I couldn't get away from it. I wander through my subconsciousness in the echoes of the past. Echoes of those times when everything was filled with light, purifying the life that's inside of me. There isn't much left. Sorrow. Vague memories of when we were together. You walk through the long, dark corridors of my memory. You're always there. But always far away. I can do nothing but try to search further. Every step I take, I can still hear the distant echoes of your voice. The further I go, the darker it becomes. Where are you? How very dark it is here.

Psychologist: So what seems to be the problem? You: I already told you. One day she just left. You: What else can I say? You: Isn't it enough that I was not able to live a normal life after that? Psychologist: What prevented you two from staying together? You: She has nyctophilia. You: For her, life really began at night. You: And I need to sleep at night. Psychologist: And still, you were able to live together so long? You: I don't know. You: I just needed to be with her. Psychologist: Everything that has happened in the past, should stay in the past. Psychologist: You have to move on. Psychologist: Why do you think you can change that? Psychologist: We all make mistakes that we can never change. You: Sometimes though...I think I really can get it back... You: Yes damn it, I really lost everything! Psychologist: You mentioned your father. Psychologist: And the house. You: My father was a madman. You: My mother told me that when he returned from the war, he was somehow changed. Psychologist: Does that have something to do with the childhood injury I saw in your medical record? You: Yes. You: This happened because of him. You: I lived in this house from childhood, until one day. You: It was given to me, and I am the rightful owner, but I never go there. Psychologist: Where is this house? You: In the middle of nowhere. Psychologist: That's probably where you'll get better. Psychologist: Far from civilization. Psychologist: Think about it. You: Well, maybe. Psychologist: Take these medications as well. Psychologist: They... Psychologist: Have a good impact. Psychologist: And take care of yourself.