The radio continued to play, and the music was distorted, playing in reverse. If I can find that radio and turn it off, I might be able to save her. From my right I heard her scream. Heather's pleas for help pierced the silence. I looked down the hall, and I saw what appeared to be her being dragged through black liquid, but she wasn't on the floor. She was lying on her back against the wall. She kicked and screamed to no avail. Heather was immersed in the inky shadows which dwell there. They followed what I assume to be a Wallwalker. As I looked forward, the shadows descended the hall, and I saw Heather's legs kick as she fought the creature. Eventually, her feet were swallowed by the darkness, and then I heard nothing.

I don't understand. Do these things walk on the walls the same way I walk on the floor? Am I walking on a wall from their perspective? Once I regained my composure, I looked away from where the Wallwalker was. I reexamined my surroundings. The security office must be on this level, as I have not gone down any stairs or gone up any either. With a racing heart, I begin to run down the hall. What I believe to be a hallway to my left appears. I look down it, and then look both left and right. If memory serves me right, I need to walk down this path and take a right turn. The security office should be on my left. I suck in a deep breath and run down the path.

The shadows return and spread from the corners of this hall. I falter and my legs stutter. Sweat drips from my forehead, and my legs throb. Shadows, once small, swell across the walls as though they were bruised. I swallow the knot in my throat and run toward the black shadowy mass. It shifts as I run toward it, and a limb appears. Two eyes peel open, and its gaze falls upon me. I cannot see its face, but I can imagine this Wallwalker looks just like the other ones I saw. After a few paces, I approach another doorway. I ran through it, and the darkness spread across the room. Though I couldn't see it, I felt as though the shadows themselves were groping for me.

My throat has become dry, and I heave as I search for the security room. I cannot go backwards, because there is a Wallwalker behind me, and there isn't an exit at the end of this hall. There is only a dead end. I turn around, and a grotesque humanoid body crawls on the wall. This Wallwalker looks different than the others. Its hands, if I can even call them that, weren't pig's hooves at all. They were long skeletal fingers, and its skin still looked... fresh. I stumbled backwards as the Wallwalker approached. I noticed it had the head of a pig skull. Those eyes.

Her eyes. They were gray. They had become gray. This Wallwalker was Heather. I screamed in protest and scurried away from my beloved. The Wallwalkers took her and made her into this? How? I can see it now. This creature's arms, its body, but why the skull of a pig? I stood up and ran down the hallway, searching for the security room. Heather inched closer. And the shadows swallowed her for every second she remained still. Her heaves thrilled me with terror, and my hands trembled as I fumbled at the door handles of each door. I rushed further down the hall, until, at last, I saw the security room.

What has happened to my girlfriend? Can I rescue her? I want to think about these things and more, but I can't. That's not my girlfriend, that's a Wallwalker. I steeled myself against that cold truth and entered the security room. The radio sat atop the desk, where Heather left it, and it played ghastly music into the microphone. I scrambled toward the radio and tripped over my own feet. As I reached for the radio, I struggled to still my hands. They quivered so much that I couldn't grab the radio. As I stood up, a cold hand wrapped its boney fingers around my ankle.

I reached for the radio and grabbed it. Her eyes tore into me, and her stare was something hardly describable. Now that she had lurched closer to me, I saw that only the top half of her skull was that of a pig's. The bottom half was her own regular human skull. Her eyes shifted, and they reflected sorrow and agony. Heather is trapped somewhere inside this Wallwalker. From the gaze she gave me, she is watching in horror as she lifts me against the wall. I wrestle with the radio in hand and flip the switch off. The music continues to play. It did not turn off. Why? I flipped the switch on and then back off. It will not turn off. I turned the volume down completely, but that did not stop Heather.

The world seemed to shift as I was lifted from the floor and dragged against the wall. Where it was taking me, I do not know. I beat the radio against the wall, and that did nothing. I kicked the Wallwalker, and it ignored my feeble attempts to break free. Once I realized that the only way to get rid of this thing was to power off the radio; I immediately peeled off the battery plate. Inside were two pinky fingers acting as batteries. Due to the horror of what I seen, I dropped the radio, and scrambled to grab it. As the Wallwalker dragged me away from it, I saw the radio drift farther out of reach. Its melody played. In this last-ditch effort to free myself from the Wallwalker, I removed my shirt and flung it at the radio.

The radio became snagged in my arm sleeve, and I pulled it toward me. When the radio was in my hands once more, I removed the two fingers from the battery slots. The Wallwalker disappeared into the empty void. I fell to my side and thudded against the floor. Where was it going to take me, and was Heather still there? The whistle of winds passing through trees and crickets was all I heard. The shadows and darkness lifted, and what could be considered to be a normal night resumed. A dilapidated asylum remained, and here I was no longer trapped in it. I grabbed the radio and ran away.

I believe Heather is either trapped in this radio or the asylum. It's either one or the other. Maybe, just maybe, I can return home, grab some supplies, I can come back and help her. Help her how? Maybe bring some flashlights, some rope, something. Maybe if I expose her to enough light, the Wallwalker will be pruned from her being. I navigate through the asylum and run away from it as quickly as possible. As I reached the end of the street, I realized I left the... batteries inside the asylum. I have no idea where they are, and... That's okay. Heather is worth it. I will figure out a way to save her, I must save her. 

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