Hidden Blood

Prolouge

           She was once held captive by the man. He was ruthless.. yes he was. She was kept in a small dark room. She hid in the corner all day.. hungry and thirsty. Only once in a while she could have food and water.

         "Who is this she?" You might ask. Well.. Farrah Washington was her name.

           Farrah suffered, as she was tested in many spring lock suits.. She remembered how those sharp locks pressed against her skin and how it drew blood.. and how that blood wouldn't stop. 

          She still remembers the laughs from that man as she struggled to keep the locks from loosening. Farrah was struggling to scream. Her throat was so dry.. Farrah also remembered the time where the locks almost snapped into her. There was just silence around her most of the time.. along with the sound of someone scraping the wall like it was a chalkboard. 

          Farrah screamed for it to stop, but there was just coughs.

          There was also other... experiments.

           She was cooped up in some kind of.. things. Farrah never knew what these "things" were, till one day she saw an animatronic arm. Farrah remembered trying to remove the metal panels off of her, once she heard silence. They just pressed back into her. Everything was just cold and bloody. 

           All that she could see is black walls, but once during the experiments she was laying down. Farrah managed to look around the room. She saw dark blue-green walls, covered with shelves from in front of her. In those shelves there were just jars full of.. red things.. organs. Also, from the side of her eye she saw surgery tools.   Everything was too numb for her head to turn, though. Farrah's eyes widened before her eyes just slammed shut since she couldn't keep them open.  

           Farrah woke up a few days later she guessed. She was sprawled on the floor of the dark metal room she stayed in. Her dirty night-gown was covered in blood. She then felt her body.. There was stitches by her lower abdomen. Her stomach then started to feel worse then it had ever been before. She had starved several times but it wasn't as worse as now.

            Unbearable days.. weeks.. months. 2 years later Farrah woke up once again. There was noises.

            "DOWN! DOWN-"

             She looked towards the door and saw light from it. Farrah attempted to kneel up. She squinted and then fell back when the door knocked down. She tried to open her eyes when someone picked her up. She hadn't seen light in quite some time. Farrah adjusted her eyes to see the outside. Farrah saw the grass and the trees and smiled. She thought she would never come back from that hell ever again.

           A few years later she's back in Forest, Maine.. the town where she was kidnapped. But she wasn't there to just visit memories, or put her past behind her. No.. oh no.. She was there for revenge. For a few years she had done research on the man that kidnapped her. Turns out that man was Terry Smith, creator of the restaurant; The Grinning Arcade. And from that research, it turns out many other people have been missing too.

         Farrah, here on June 17th, 1976, is standing right in front of the restaurant she had always dreaded, The Grinning Arcade. She was here for her first day of her job as a night guard. During these night shifts she decided to just investigate knowing there are secrets to find.

       Farrah entered the restaurant.

       "Whew.. I never knew this would happen." She took a deep breath, and stepped into the building.

        "Hello. Welcome to The Grinning Arcade!"