The Cursed Tapes

Hello?

Hello.

I'm selling cookies.

Your front door was open.

Hello?

Help me.

Hello!

No, please.

I need help.

Where are you?

Over here.

Where?

Check over here.

Over here is just not helping.

Behind you.

Where are you?

Behind

the door.

Is there anyone else in this house?

Is the bad man dead?

I don't know.

Oh, good.

That bad man locked me in here.

I need your help.

The lock,

you need the keys.

Okay.

Say something.

Some thing.

- How can I hear you from behind me?

I'm speaking to you

from the radio.

I just need

a little bit more help, please.

Can you speak to me?

It's hard.

Every day, I'm reminded of him.

It doesn't help that Sam has his eyes.

I bought Sammy a radio.

I just thought it would help him,

give him something to listen to other than...

Other than his own thoughts.

All we have anymore is our thoughts,

and I know he must think of him as much as I do.

There's just a massive hole

and I don't know what to do.

He's been having nightmares.

Almost every night.

I'm pretty sure it's every night.

He just,

I just...

Refuse to wake up.

I didn't sign on to do this alone.

I don't think that I can.

Tragedies happen.

And you can't prepare for them.

And they happen when you least expect it.

There is nothing that can be said

to heal this emptiness you feel.

But what you can do

is know that with time,

the pain will never fade, it'll still be just as strong,

but you'll get better at managing it.

And that's a good thing.

If his life didn't mean anything to you,

you wouldn't care as much.

So I think you should embrace the pain.

Just don't let it consume you.

Damn it.

Well,