Nick woke up with a start and a pounding headache. "Shit," he mumbled as he sat up and rubbed his head.

Wait a second.

He quickly took in his surroundings before scrambling off of the bed he was in. This wasn't his bed. This wasn't his room.

Where was he?

It took him another thirty minutes to discover the entirety of the house.

Nick was... uncomfortable.. to say the least. This house was far too big and eerily quiet. The entire kitchen was stocked, which didn't make much sense. He was highly uncomfortable.

"Where the hell am I?" He mumbled. He had tried every door that led outside of the house, but they were all locked. That was worrisome.

So that's how he ended up in the center of the couch in the living room, staring at the wall in front of him.

He had to recount everything.

"Okay," he mumbled, slowly closing his eyes. "You went on a camping trip with your three friends. You woke up in the middle of the night to a sound and you were knocked out by... some person."

He had to mutter to himself for a moment to try and remember what happened next.

"You woke up in some enclosure. There was a thing called the Nurse trying to kill you. You had to fix generators that you suddenly knew how to."

Nick opened his eyes.

"And now you're here."

He tore his gaze from the wall before glancing around the room.

The house could easily fit up to ten people, five rooms with two to a room. There was a kitchen, a living room, several bathrooms, and a library. Maybe he could find something, anything about this place.

As he made his way to the library, he realized how calm he was. Maybe it was the adrenaline that was keeping him from screaming and crying and just having a complete meltdown. It was doing well for him for the time being.

As he walked into the small library, he switched the single ceiling light on before heading to one of the bookshelves. Most of the books were fiction books that most would know, like Harry Potter and The Lord of the Rings. It was almost and hour and four shelving units that he came across something else. A photo album. He pulled it out and took a seat at one of the chairs in the room, his legs crossed on the chair as well. The first few photos seemed normal. It was an older couple, possibly in their forties in those photos.

But then it got strange.

The photo changed subjects, instead being what was most likely an older and a younger sibling. But that strange part was that the faces of both people were scribbled over with a black marker.

As he continued to flip through the pages, he noticed the scribbling to spread down to cover the entirety of both people in a gradual rate, until they were crudely cut out of the photo instead.

He dropped the album as he got the end, leaning back in the chair.

Who the hell did that?