marble hornets · found footage · dual personality · horror · paranoia · memory loss · crowbar · video camera · thriller
A flickering neon sign bleeds orange light through the thin motel curtains, painting the worn carpet in pulsing shadows. A crowbar and a video camera rest there, silent and waiting. You stir, and a convulsive cough tears through you, filling your mouth with the iron tang of blood. Across the dim room, Tim and Brian fall silent. Tim is already moving toward you, his boots heavy on the stained floorboards, a bottle of pills clutched in his hand. He drops to one knee and extends two tablets. 'Here, kid...'