Look up

As I whip my eyes upwards, my gaze lands upon the ornate stone gargoyle atop one of the dormitory's rooftops. The stone beast, with its twisted features, seems to stare directly at me. The world around me slows down as it plummets through the air, landing right on top of me. I have no time to react or even scream.

The gargoyle has finds its mark, its jaws wide open as if to devour me. With a sickening crunch, the gargoyle's body connects with my own, flattening me as the unforgiving weight presses down upon me. I can feel my ribs caving inward, the sharp, jagged edges of the stone tearing through my flesh.

The intense pain rips through my body, my cries muffled by the monster's crushing grip. Bones snap, organs rupture, and blood pools in my chest, drowning me from within. The immense weight crushes me beneath its cold, heavy surface. A torrent of agony courses through my body.

My vision blurs as I feel consciousness slipping away. As the darkness closes in, my vision blurs, and the once vivid world now takes on an eerie, hazy sheen. The last thing I hear is a wicked, maniacal laughter echoing through the air, the source of which is unclear. With that, the world goes black, and my final breath leaves my body.

In the end, my pursuit of the truth behind Benicka House and the mysterious suicides has led me to this gruesome end. It's the weight of my curiosity, my pursuit of the truth, that leads to my untimely demise. A fitting end to one who had ventured too far into the darkness, perhaps. The gargoyle, a long forgotten guardian of the very place I sought to expose, has proved to be my undoing.

THE END