Despite my precautions, he still had a feeling that something bad would happen next time he fell asleep. If he didn’t bleed out, he would begin to starve, and waste away over a couple days before decomposition began. Boris takes me to the garage, stops me before I round the corner of the last shelf, peeks at the TV first, and then nods and guides me over.

When I started walking towards the exit, the rabbit heads all turned and followed me, though their bodies remained frozen.

By now I had figured out that this was no typical videotape, and it was no wonder that hardware had to be built around it. If digital media never came about and analog tech advanced further, then maybe a modern player would be much smaller.

It was probably just as cold, dark, and windy here as it had been at that distant warning station, and I too had a mysterious stranger looming over me. After I came to accept that as fact, I became pretty fed up with the game in general, and knew that I was probably done with it.You know, from things you learned in the past, that a dark room usually doesn’t have anything sinister lurking within. I’ve already posted on the game’s forum my decision to never plug it in again, and I’ve urged other members to do the same.

He couldn’t scare me as an adult, so he removed my best defenses: life experience, and the ability to reason.

He keeps a couple of space heaters inside of it that are only on when the “lab” is occupied, so it was another cold interior upon initial entry.

After waiting for the buzzing to come back for a few minutes, I rolled around in bed, looked up at the blinking light on the ceiling’s smoke detector, and began to drift off.Boris gestured for me to take over and give it a try, so I got in front of the camera and replied, “Hello, Fun Bunn. I’ve scoured it (though I kept out of anything that looked personal), and found a 20 MB file that I can’t open—and I know how to exhaust options.