What happened to Tom?

Why am I [[doing this]]?

Why am I doing this? Because it's there and [[I'm not]].

Why am I doing this? Because it's there and I'm not. I know that's a pretty [[shitty answer]].

Why am I doing this? Because it's there and I'm not. I know that's a pretty shitty answer. I should burn the place down, [[forget about it]]. But going after something like this is [[who I am]].

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I need to go back to that place one more time. I know something now and I just have to [[confirm it->Exploration #5]].

[ <h3>Exploration #5</h3> ]<mouse| (mouseover: ?mouse)[ (replace: ?mouse) [Navidson [[checks his gear]] and mounts his bike. Head for the [[Spiral Staircase]]. Choose to explore the [[Corridors]].] ]

Navidson looks down the profound depths of the Spiral Staircase. [[Drop flares->Lightstick]]. [[Go down]].

On the other side, we find a narrow cor ridor sliding into darknes s. "These w alls are actu lly a relief." [[Navidson co]]

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Navidson bikes down the hallway. Due to the weight of the trailer, he moves very slowly, but as we hear on his microsette recorder: "I'm in no hurry." Head for the [[Spiral Staircase]]. Choose to explore the [[Corridors]].

For some reason, Navidson had forgotten to put one [[in his pocket]].

Navidson descends a few steps, then quickly retreats. No can do. Let's go back to the [[Corridors]]. Or [[try again]].

(text-style: "strike")[For some reason, Navidson had forgotten to put one in his pocket.] No that's [[not right]].

(text-style: "strike")[For some reason, Navidson had forgotten to put one in his pocket.] No that's not right. Navidson never brought any [[flares with him]].

(text-style: "strike")[For some reason, Navidson had forgotten to put one in his pocket.] No that's not right. Navidson never brought any flares with him. Navidson looks down the Spiral Staircase, ignites a lightstick and [[drops it]].

Below, the lightstick flickers [[and dies]].

Below, the lightstick flickers and dies. No way. I've been alone in this shithole for almost three days and now you want me to [[go down there alone->Go down]]? Let's go back to the [[Corridors]].

Navidson tries again, makes it down to the first flight. [[There that's not so bad]].

As Navidson starts down the [[second flight]]

As Navidson starts down the second flight [the stairs (text-colour: "blue")[suddenly] ]<stretch| (mouseover: ?stretch)[ (replace: ?stretch)[t h e s t a i r s s u d d e n l y [[s t r e t c h]] ] ]

As Navidson starts down the second flight t h e s t a i r s s u d d e n l y s t r e t c h and [(text-colour: "blue")[drop] ]<drop| (mouseover: ?drop)[ (replace: ?drop)[ d r o p [[ten feet]]. ] ]

Navidson's breathing gets more noticeably rapid. [[Sprint back up the stairs]]. [[Keep going down]].

[[Don't be scared.]]

[[Don't be.]]

[[I am.]]

Navidson panics and sprints back up the stairs. [[Who am I kidding?]]

Who am I kidding? I can't go [[down there]].

Who am I kidding? I can't go down there. I don't [[belong here]].

Who am I kidding? I can't go down there. I don't belong here. No one [[belongs here]].

Who am I kidding? I can't go down there. I don't belong here. No one belongs here. Fuck you Navy for [[bringing me here]].

I'm a slob. I like [[lots of food]].

I'm a slob. I like lots of food. These things I consider accomplishments. I am [[not a hero]].

I'm a slob. I like lots of food. These things I consider accomplishments. I am not a hero. I am [[not an adventurer]].

I'm a slob. I like lots of food. These things I consider accomplishments. I am not a hero. I am not an adventurer. I am Tom the slow, Tom the chunky, Tom [[the stoned]].

I'm a slob. I like lots of food. These things I consider accomplishments. I am not a hero. I am not an adventurer. I am Tom the slow, Tom the chunky, Tom the stoned. No Navy here. Never was. [[Made it all up]].

[[Tom...]]

Tom...Tom is this [[where you went]]?

Tom...Tom is this where you went? Don't [[look down->Reunion]], eh?

Okay Mr. Monster. I know you're there and you're planning to eat me and there's nothing I can do about that, but I should warn you I've lived for years on fast food, greasy fries, more than a few polyurethane shakes. I smoke a lot of weed too. Got a pair of lungs blacker than road tar. My point being, Mr. Monster, I don't [[taste so good]].

Can't be. I see. [[I see]].

[[Tom?]]

Navidson finds Tom on the floor, his head propped up against the wall, enjoying his drink, place be damned. [["You're drinking? In here?"]]

Tom offers a foolish salute. "I'm not drunk." [["Tom, you're lying on the floor."]]

Tom takes a quick glance at himself, then shakes his head: "Navy, you know what Dean Martin said?" [["Sure. You're not drunk if you can lie down without holding on."]]

"Well look," Tom mutters, lifting his arms in the air. "No hands." [["Sighhhh..."->Help him up.]] [["Come on."->Help him up.]]

Navidson helps his twin up. "At least when you're drunk," Tom adds, quickly wiping his eyes. "You've always got the floor for your best friend. Know why?" [["It's always there for you."]]

"That's right," Tom whispers. "Just like you." Walk together [[out the door]]. Set up [[camp]].

Navidson walks through the doorway [[supporting Tom]].

A quick survey of Tom's wounds tells Navidson that Tom is in no condition to continue. "Tom, you go ahead and get in the trailer. I'll go get you [[some bandages."]]

"Sure, you got any hot chocolate in here?" Tom grins and shuffles to the entrance of the trailer. "Or central heating. I could use some of that." "Don't get too comfortable. We're not on [[vacation here."]]

Navidson looks in the small medical kit attached to his bike and pulls out a roll of bandages. But a moment later, [[Tom returns]].

"Navy, I think there's [[something in there."]]

"You didn't happen to bring the dog with you, did you? Puppy Hillary?" "No, Hillary couldn't enter the hallway remember? She ended up back outside." [["We'd better spend the night somewhere else."]] [["You stay here, Tom. I'll go check it out."]]

Leaving Tom with his bike, Navidson cautiously approaches the trailer. In one yank, he [[pulls it open.]]

Leave all your supplies and leave with Tom? [[Yes, leave.->out the door]] [[No, check the trailer.->"You stay here, Tom. I'll go check it out."]]

"Hey Navy, shut the door, will you?" Tom stares back at Navidson. //From inside [[the trailer]] //.

[Missing.] [You have reached the end as Navidson. - Ed.]

Right into their [[living room]].

Without skipping a beat, Navidson has paramedics on the phone, never letting go of Tom. Tom makes a wisecrack at Navidson about twins leaving a womb but seems to appreciate the gesture [[all the same]].

Over the next few days, Tom recovers in the hospital. He's visited by Karen and the kids who tell him all about their new house. Old friends visit each day and Tom makes [[a full recovery]].

Eventually, he has to move back to his home back in Massachusetts because by now, he has not worked in over four months. "The time's come for me to put ass in gear and get on with my life." But in contrast to how things were before, he and Navidson now [[keep in touch]].

<h4>Bibliography</h4> <h5>Architecture:</h5> Brand, Stewart. //How Buildings Learn: What Happens After They're Built.// New York: Viking, 1994. Jordan, R. Furneaux. //A Concise History of Western Architecture.// London: Thames and Hudson Limited, 1969. Kostof, Spiro. //A History of Architecture: Settings and Rituals.// Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1995.

Good, because I made [[it all up]].

[You have reached the end. Are you satisfied with this ending? [[Yes]]/[[No]] - Ed.]

There's no Navy to save me [[this time]].

Just a little bedtime [[story for Tom->Tom Base]].

You are here, aren't [[you Mr. Monster]]?

I know you're sitting there. Watching all my moves. Reading my thoughts like words [[on a screen]].

[[Well, fuck you, Mr. Monster! Yeah, FUCK YOU->FUCK YOU]]! [[If only I hadn't taken that phone call]].

"Navy, I think I heard a noise outside. Were you talking to someone?" Behind Navidson, the sound of footsteps approach. [[Get inside and shut the door.->missing]] [[Back away and shut the door.->missing]]

[A (text-colour: blue)[pause.] ]<pause| (mouseover: ?pause)[ (replace: ?pause)[Then out of nowhere //[[a growl.]]// ] ]

(text-colour: "red")[<h2>//More like a roar.//</h2>] Almost deafening. Run down the [[Corridor->no Tom]]. Pretend to [[be an animal]]. Take out your [[rifle]].

Who am I kidding? I'm no Tom. No Tom here to save the day with his jokes. Navidson's voice chokes on the [[last note]].

The incident took place on August 11th, 1990. Saturday morning cartoons blare from the kitchen television, Chad and Daisy much down on their breakfast, and Karen stands outside smoking a cigarette. I was in the living room helping Navy take some still shots of the hallway [[using a strobe]].

Bullshit! Bullshit! Just try and get me you motherf[ ]! The sound of a distant voice reaches his ears. [[Go toward the voices]]. [[Go the other way]].

My own brother who I haven't talked to in years calls me up at four in the morning and tells me he needs my tools. [[Go figure]].

Now, except for when Navidson speaks, [[silence predominates->Corridors]].

When the phone rang, I was fast asleep. Anyone else I would have hung up on, but Navidson's a good enough friend I actually dragged my ass out of bed at three in the morning and [[headed over to Franklin]].

(text-style: "strike")[When the phone rang, I was fast asleep. Anyone else I would have hung up on, but Navidson's a good enough friend I actually dragged my ass out of bed at three in the morning and headed over to Franklin.] Wait, that's [[not right->not right Lude]].

Lude calls me at 3 am and he's waiting outside the gate with a wicked gleam in his eye. I should have turned around [[right then]].

Ever see yourself doing something in the past and no matter how many times you remember it you still want to scream stop, somehow redirect the action, [[reorder the present]]?

"Two things, Hoss." Lude muttered as the gate glided open. "The first peculiar thing were the cats. The second peculiar thing, right next to the body, I found these gouges in the hardwood floor, a good six or [[seven inches long]]."

One things for sure, even without touching it, both of us slowly began to feel its heaviness, sensed something horrifying in its proportions, its silence, its stillness, even if it did seem to have been shoved carelessly to the [[side of the room]].

I know a moment came when I felt certain its resolute blackness was capable of anything, maybe even of slashing out, tearing up the floor, murdering Zampano, murdering us, maybe even [[murdering you]].

You can look, I have, but no matter how long you search you will never find <u>The Navidson Record</u> in theaters or [[video stores]].

I'm a slob. I like lots of food. These things I [[consider accomplishments]].

With a little luck, you'll dismiss this labor, call it needlessly complicated, pointlessly obtuse, and you'll believe all you said and put it aside. Then again, there's a good chance [[you won't]].

Old shelters--television, magazines, movies--won't protect you anymore. That's when you'll discover you no longer trust the very walls you always took for granted. Even the hallways you've walked a hundred times will feel longer, much longer, and the shadows, any shadow at all, will suddenly seem deeper, much, much, deeper. [[And then the nightmares will begin.]]

Suddenly, somewhere in the house, there is a loud yowl and bark. An instant later Mallory the cat comes screaming into the living room with Hillary nipping at his tail. They dash all over the sofa and straight into the darkness. Navy looked like he was gonna go in after them but we heard barks outside followed by Karen's shouts accusing him of letting the [[animals out]].

We didn't think anything of it then but strange how the (text-colour: "blue")[house] won't support the presence of animals. Who knows, maybe if I pretend to be Hillary, I can find my way [[out of here]].

[[Me-ow!]] [[Arf! Arf!]]

The roar grows louder, almost as if it's right behind Tom. [[Take out rifle.->rifle]] [[Arf! Arf!]]

All at once, the growl disappears. [[Arf! Arf!->Arf 2]]

It's working! For the next several days (it's hard to tell in here), I bark to keep the darkness at bay. [[Arf! Arf!->Arf 3]]

There's something comforting in hearing man's best friend in this shithole. [[Arf! Arf!->Arf 4]]

Sometimes I hear an echo leading me back to what will be the outside. I feel like I'm going to make it out of here any day now. [[Arf! Arf!->Arf 5]] [<sub>//Arf! Arf!//</sub>]<bark| (mouseover: ?bark)[ (replace: ?bark)[ ] ]

//sniff sniff// [[Arf! Arf!->Arf 6]] [<sub>//Arf! Arf!//</sub>]<bark| (mouseover: ?bark)[ (replace: ?bark)[ ] ]

//tup tup tup tup// [[Arr?]]

!o o o o o o o o o o r A [[Ooof]].

[(text-colour: "blue")[Arf! Arf!] ]<barkto| (mouseover: ?barkto)[ (replace: ?barkto)[ //[[Growwl]]// ] ]

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I deserve this. I brought this all on me. No good pretending I'm someone else. But I'm s[ ] sorry. I'm so [ ]rry. But what does that matter? I shot them. I shot [[both of]] [ ]em.

Shouldn't have let them get [ ]way then I [ ] have returned, told everyone they g[ ] lost . . . [[lost]].

He walks through a long hallway and ends up back at the Staircase. There is a tent there and a person. [[It's Tom]].

There's something here. I'm sure of it now. It's following me. No, it's [[//stalking// me->stalking me]].

But it won't strike. It's just out there waiting. I don't know what for. But it's near now, waiting for me, waiting for something. I don't why it doesn't [ ] [[Oh god . . .]]

Holloway Roberts. Menomonie, Wisconsin. [ ]already devouring my words, //devouring me//. Oh god . . . [[Holloway Ro->Holloway Roberts]][ ].

"I don't want to die, this [ ]. Holloway lights another flare, tosses it towards the camera, then pushes the rifle against his chest and [[shoots himself]].

For exactly two minutes and 28 seconds he groans and twitches in his own blood, until fin[ ] he slip[ ] into shock and presumably death. [You have reached the end. Are you satisfied with this ending? [[Yes->yesholloway]]/[[No->noholloway]]. - The Ed.]

For exactly two minutes and 28 seconds he groans and twitches in his own blood, until fin[ ] he slip[ ] into shock and presumably death. [You have reached the end as Holloway. - The Ed.]

Fingers of blackness slash across the lighted wall and consume Holloway. That terrible growl this time without a doubt, inside the room. [You have reached the end as the (text-colour: "red")[ (text-style: "strike")[Minotaur] ]. - The Ed.]

It's Tom. Tom is talking to someone on the radio. I could shoot him. If I shoot him, then I could truly take his place. I could go back. Start a new life. No one would ever have to know I'm not Tom. [[Shoot Tom.]] [[Go back.->Go the other way]].

Holloway waits until Tom puts down the radio. Then carefully, fires a shot. Tom falls. [[Hide his body inside the tent->I could be Navy]]. [[Leave his body outside for the monster->I could be Navy]].

Holloway sits down and drinks some water. The radio crackles. Radio (Navidson): Tom? [[I'm here.]]

Radio (Navidson): We found another neon marker. Most of it's gone. Just a shred. We're laying down line and proceeding. [[Okay Navidson. See any ghosts?]]

Radio (Navidson): ...Nothing. You a little spooked? [[Lighting up a fat one.]] [[Me? I'm cold, scared shitless. Totally fine.->Lighting up a fat one.]]

Radio (Navidson): If it gets too much for you, go back. We'll be alright. [[Good luck, bro'.]] [[Fuck yourself Navy]].

Radio: silence. I could do this. I can really [[pull off Tom]].

Radio (Navidson): What? [[Nevermind. Over out.->pull off Tom]]

The radio crackles. Silence. Heck, maybe I can even pull off Navidson. We're twins [[after all]].

(text-style: "strike")[Tom's body is gone.] No that's [[not right->Tom body gone]].

(text-style: "strike")[Tom's body is gone.] No that's not right. Tom's body was never there to [[begin with]].

(text-style: "strike")[Tom's body is gone.] No that's not right. Tom's body was never there to begin with. Did you really believe me when I said I had a rifle? That [[I was Holloway]]?

Tom's body [[is gone]].

Nope. Just Tom, poor ol' Tom, who was doing plenty of stirring around this house until finally he went stir crazy wishing there was a Holloway. Any creature-[[even a mouse]].

You believe me, don't you, Mr. Monster? [[Yes, no one but Tom would make such a tasteless joke.]] [[No, you're not fooling anyone, Holloway->Go the other way]]

Radio: (Navidson): [Static] Tom, I need you to meet me at the bottom [Static] We need help. We can't carry them up ourselves. Also, you're [Static][Static][Static]eed to a doctor [Static] No way Navy. I've been alone in this shithole for almost three days and now you want me to [[go down there alone?]]

Tom descends a few steps. His breathing gets noticeably more rapid. [[You are here, aren't you Mr. Monster?]]

Out of nowhere comes that growl again. As if it originated right next to Tom. [[Panic and run]].

Tom panics and sprints back up the stairs. A minute later he reaches the top. Tom: [[Karen...]]

Tom: Karen... Radio (Karen): Are you alright? Tom: I'm [[coming in]].

Tom: Karen... Radio (Karen): Are you alright? Tom: I'm coming in. [You have escaped the (text-colour: "blue")[house] and reached the end as Tom. - The Ed.]

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