Donor Macabhan's House (Ronald McDonald House)

I'm sure you've heard of Riverside Charity for Burgers. Families of sick children are in the hospital. Sounds guilty, doesn't it?

Well, there is another side to charity. Burger love has a new home that many people don't know about.

It is one of the most important cities. He can't see it. No address. There is no sign above the door. There were no windows.

No, you can take your time there.

That's how I got it.

I've never met my dearest parents. I have been with a foster family in the same house since I was a child. I am fifty now. That I am someone and every person is loved. Man is bad.

It's always a problem. always shooting But there are other suspicious things. Let me wait and give my system a hand. It shows that everything is bad.

My brother is sitting at the black metal table, playing hard and playing hard. On the table between us is a dark envelope, my file.

He said: "Your name has gone before you." Now you have only two options: the Academy in Songland or the Raly-Poly house, which will accept you."

I have no patience for au sergeant fear. Unopened Five How can house half get bad reputation for fast food waste? The house is moving, and that's it.

Dark clouds hung over me the day I climbed into the back of my cashier's town car. My few things in the backpack and the clothes on my back; It was all I could take. One of the few things I had was a photo album, filled with pictures of all the foster families I had. I enjoyed remembering some of them, even though I royally screwed him every time.

“I have a few cases that have gone through the running motor home,” said the caseworker from the front seat. "Things went so well for those kids, I didn't put them anywhere else. In fact, the House took their case files and everything."

We moved downtown using the drone, passing all familiar landmarks. They were kicked out of a foster home just outside of town because I snuck into a downtown dome to sneak into a snow puddle with some neighborhood kids. good time

"Okay, here we are." The car came and stopped.

I looked out the window. We faced a tall, gray, windowed building in a street between two other industrial buildings. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I had an address on the building on the left and on the other side but there was no one on this particular building. . . . . . . Not even a sign.

"O que você quer?" I asked, I opened the car door and climbed out of the back seat. I slung the backpack over my shoulder, clinging tightly to the strap and followed the caseworker to the windowless metal doors. . . . . . . . . . . . He pressed the buzzer, spoke to someone inside and made to open the doors. . . . . We went inside.

As the doors closed behind us I saw pin pin silence. It was the kind that was so oppressive and almost deafening. . . . . . .

Across the dimly lit lobby was a glass window with someone inside. . . . . A secretary. Mais información sobre o que fazer We walked to the window. The case rang the bell on the counter and the secretary moved around in his chair.

More information.

Basically like a burger and soda clone.

She also had short, curly red hair. Otherwise, she wore a normal white nurse's outfit.

I do not know what to do, this is not Ale not a moment. Went through pi‚. That's what happened. If you want to get a smile on your face; It's not under the snow. Delete photos

If my mepratsivnik pipisuv documents, messra pidrolasya on me. If you want to get a smile on your face ... Ale, that's all, I'm in the eyes of the yoke, - Zeo Mr.

"I can't stay here," I said aloud. “Don't go back to military school in La La Land. Please".

- What is Stalosia, Livia? - Head, abdomen and surgery. - Tb boschia cloniv?

What should I do. Narrowing, rounding, flickering. He writes his first book and writes: “There is a need for sleep. This is not a lender! You hate military school. Tomorrow is not the same!"

- tongue, to have the shadow of a cow, - to be a rooster.

You can watch BAM and CLAP before you go home.

Tells me what to do. There was no one there, only light fell from behind the door.

Then the silent laughter of the shadow echoed, and shadows grew on the walls of the door.

"Oh!" When the case worker says: "Hospitality Committee, come here!"

As I anxiously watched with my backpack strapped on, my client gave me one last pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry my dear." Time will be different. You will feel right at home here, I promise.

When he turned around, I felt sweat on my stomach.

- No. I said disappointedly. - You can't leave me here!

- No, I have to start, I've never worked as a clown.

And because of that he left me alone. The metal door closed behind him and I was alone.

I looked back at the open door near the reception. Shadows crept into the room and laughter filled the lobby.

I ran to the front door. She pushed and pulled and shoved and screamed. I screamed for help, I screamed for my caseworker, I screamed for anyone, PLEASE CHRIST!!!!

I turned around and saw the nurse behind the glass smiling at me again. And then, laughing again, he went inside.

A whole group of laughing nurses with clown faces and red hair. Some men, some women, but all wearing the same terrible burger clown makeup.

And in the dim light of the lobby, I saw the glow of the metal tools in his hands. Upon coming up behind, a pair of clown nurses rolled onto the metal table, complete with restraint.

"Get the fucking sex away from me!" I screamed out. I banged on the iron doors again. "Let me out of here!!" They surrounded me.

She held onto me and made me whimper and scream and try to wipe myself. They kicked and twisted and laughed. They put me on the rolling table and bandaged me up.

I looked around wildly. I was surrounded.

"Let me go!!!" I screamed, as I did the Twist.

They led me out the open door and down an endless white stingray. They had a party. They moved their shiny scalpels, razors and needles inches from my face to make me scream and cry. That made him laugh even more.

The last thing I remember before one of them finally injected me was his hand. The gloves cover my face and pull at the sides of my mouth, stifling a scream and forcing an unnatural smile onto my teary, sweaty face. Hot breath on my face. And a distorted, whispered voice spoke the words "We love to smile at you!"

As the maniacal laughter seemed to come and go like a dying recorder, everything faded to black.

I opened my eyes and was blocked by the bright light above. I turned to look around.

Blood cells. High white walls covered in graffiti and smudges. In the corner of the bathroom light can leak onto the floor. door without window And on the floor by the door lay my backpack.

It is try to get up. In the hot season, the hot season, the hot season.

Dear brother. That's right, not always tott in time. I wore a dirty, torn yellow hospital gown over a clown's head and a Tsis li tätt xbw bag.

somewhere in the building I heard a faint muffled sound. sound like screaming

Nws yog tries to get up but loses his balance. My vision began to stabilize. But I'm still hard as rubber. I kneel down and crawl onto my backpack.

When I got there, I tried to open the door as expected, it's blocked

I dropped to the floor next to my backpack and opened the zipper.

The only thing that remained inside was the picture book. They took my notebook, pen and cell phone. Of course they do.

Tired, opened the photo album. But instead of a picture in there...a picture of myself with a foster home in the past. The image of me trying to look happy and hopeful, knowing I won't last long....instead of Those pictures......just like the scene of the accident. and each time I remember one of my former adoptive families. who were brutally murdered and drenched in blood.

My heart was pounding and my stomach was spinning. I started turning pages faster, every page, new picture, new family, new murder. I remember their faces and houses. I live with all these people. And now they are all dead.

I got to the last few pages. Picture of the house at night. And the window of that house. then enter the house A dark hallway with light coming from the doorway. And then there's the picture of my social worker brushing her teeth in front of her bathroom mirror. Then a picture of her looking at the camera in horror. Then the image of a naked social worker covered in her own blood distorted in her bathtub in an unnatural position.

I turned the last page The back of the photo album had three words written on it.

you

never

assemble

I felt the bile rise in my stomach. I dropped the book on the floor and pulled it up into a hole in the floor.

They were right, they killed everyone I knew. I felt like I wasn't there.

I heard a faint scream in the distance. I knew I had to go.

I wiped the vomit off my face with a hospital gown and crawled back into my pack. I opened my front pocket and reached out, hoping they wouldn’t find my secret weapon. There are certainly fingers that wash the dishes. The pockets have almost invisible seams. The pin used for picking is a lock. I told you I was a bad person...

I leaned toward the door and listened. I heard footsteps. But when they got there, they suddenly disappeared in another direction. I knew I had to act fast. I held the handle with one hand and the lock with the other. It was surprisingly easy.

I slowly pulled myself up. I can keep my balance now. I opened the door sharply.

The clownish nurse leaned back. My heart almost stopped beating. But his step didn’t slow or change, he didn’t falter for a moment. He didn't notice me.

I stuck my head out of the door. இருக்குக்கை அட்டுலை தைல்லை லாலு. Distant voices are now loud from all around.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the hall and closed the door behind me. I decided to go to the right side. As I passed through the doors behind me, screams and groans came from behind each one. I stopped by the door for a moment. নান্যান ক্তি কেক্তা আদ্প্পু ঵িন্ন্নান. I moved the handle to pull it out. It is closed.

I kept moving, looking behind me every few seconds to make sure there were no nurses in the hall. Then I passed a set of white double doors. I stopped for a moment.

The word player police is written in long, thin letters across the width of two doors. Even more screams from inside, many screams reached me. and laugh. अनमादा, गांभीरामाई नुवुवु And I'm shaking. I'm afraid to find out what kind of filming is going on in me. And I know I have to keep moving.

A door with a metal sign appeared in front of me. I looked at him.

When I opened the door, I looked behind me and saw two clown nurses coming out of the express car compartment. Their white nurse uniforms were covered in blood stains. I quickly closed it on the stairs, hoping they wouldn't notice me.

A dimly lit staircase with concrete walls and rusty railings. I looked at the door that had just been closed. Above the door was a red number 5; so I have to be on August 5, I decided to take a tour package to the ground.

Every step I took down the stairs echoed. I heard that there is no more danger; just a low deep sound, like pipes in a wall. Therefore, a delay is expected.

Finally, the price of door number 1. Again, if you have a lot of trouble, but here are some terrible options and letters for the door. More building corridors. Another clown is not visible. The weather is cold, like everything else.

I entered the door and went out into the corridor. I noticed that I didn't hear any screams on that floor. Detailed experiments on fluorescence with light beams.

I walked to the end of the corridor to leave, and immediately ran into the complex. A large red cross was painted across the width of the door, the kind you see at a lifeguard station or in a first aid kit. Prices please. All I heard was letters, rhythmic pulses like a moving car. And a slight hum ... as if you can hear the whole room.

I knew this and should not have opened the door. I knew it wasn't an option, I knew what to look for.

But I had to see.

I changed the knot. He was never imprisoned. I looked forward.

It was a large white room. Fluorescent lights are on and off. I saw the wires hanging…

And… hanging from the ceiling on a line…

Children. Children in hospital gowns like me are attached to a white wooden cross attached to the ceiling. To be completely crucified.

They are silent. Their heads are bowed forward, their eyes are closed or staring into the sky. A few seemed to waver a little, but most remained. Their cross swayed slightly back and forth.

And the hanging wires... weren't wires. They were blood vessels attached to the children's fingers. The veins suck their blood.

I threw up again there.

In the middle of the room, between the rows of hanging crosses, I could see where a loud, booming voice came from. A large cylinder of iron seemed to have collected blood from all the tubes hanging from the children's arms.

I opened my mouth to...scream? Screaming in anger?

All I could say was, "What the hell?"

That's when the ringtone starts ringing. Loud beeping like a police siren. They must have noticed I was gone.

I closed the door and looked around to see who was coming. There is no sign. I ran up the stairs.

As I passed the stairs, I heard laughter. Repetitive and confusing at every level. In comes the clown nurse.

I ran down the stairs as fast as I could. I had to go down three more floors before reaching the basement. I saw myself running down a path as dark as earth with a dim light ten feet above. The stench of rotting flesh grew stronger as he ran.

The screaming continued behind me. I tried to look back and saw a group running after me. I looked them up into the light and then became an image of a smiling face and shiny metal and needles that sent my adrenaline pumping. I passed through alcoves full of corpses. But I couldn't stop. Couldn't think of anything else but to run away.

I turned around and found myself staring at the metal level on the wall. I climbed until my head touched the roof.

Below me the shadows and the laughter came closer. His steps are slow. They are close, they know.

I pressed against the ceiling above me, jumped up, gasped and screamed. Below me clowns stood, laughing and shaking their skulls. Something cut my leg. I screamed and pushed one last time.

The manhole cover hit the asphalt above, causing the ceiling to fall. circular opening. Stifling the laughter of the clown nurses below, I climbed up and pulled the dish cover back over the hole.

I lay on the cover of the well for several minutes because I was suffocating. The rain fell on the skin. The stormy night sky above was a beautiful sight.

I looked around. Abandoned buildings, broken windows. There is no light. There are no cars. There is no sign of life.

A police siren somewhere in the distance. And then silence.

I stood up. Pain shot through my leg. I looked down and saw a gash on my ankle where the clown nurse had cut me. scumbags

I started walking as silently as I could.

"Hello?" I exclaimed out loud. The only answer was distant thunder. "Someone help me please!!!"

Something soft and fluffy fell at his feet. I looked down. newspaper. I removed the wet asphalt. Most of the ink had faded, but I could make out the date: July 13, 1992.

I let go and a snowball filled my stomach. I continued walking.

"Will anyone hear me?!" I was screaming. "PLEASE!!! ANYWHERE.....PLEASE.

My words were lost and she moaned in fear. I stood still for a moment. The rain soaked my thin hospital gown. I was shaking in the wind.

Then I saw a light in the distance. It's the big yellow "M" in the sky. one of Maggie. he is confident I stumbled towards him.

When I arrived at Burger Biff, it was pitch black except for M. I carefully approached the broken window and looked inside. It was dark.

I turned around to investigate the dirty party room playground. A 10 foot tall colorful tube structure for children to crawl on. A familiar figure was sitting on the bench. Ringo Starr was his idol. He is someone you can sit next to and feel like he has his hand on your shoulder. He has seen every child.

I shuddered when I saw it.

the door is open I entered and the rain had stopped, the darkness was silent.

I noticed that the decor is not like the modern McDan you see. It's still like 8 hairsprays, with a white plastic case and a yellow-red case. The wind seemed to whisper through the broken windows.

I noticed something on the counter first. Black rectangle. I'm almost there laptop computer almost new laptop I chuckled and was nervous. I knew what I had to do.

I took my laptop outside and sat next to a wandering statue. I opened my laptop and started writing this story. It's raining on the lock, but I don't care. Now there's nothing to do but wait.

Because I noticed from the corner of my eye... The clown tried to look over my shoulder.

He is laughing now.

I can only be with him.