In Loving Memory

After viewing the first tape you found in the attic you found yourself too afraid to put another in your VCR. Trying to forget about what you saw, you went to bed that night to try and get some much needed rest. But those things you witnessed. Those things you heard. They kept you up. The curiosity began to eat away at you. So you went back to your CRT late into the night, and despite your fear, you put in another tape. After viewing the first tape you found in the attic you found yourself too afraid to put another in your VCR. Trying to forget about what you saw, you went to bed that night to try and get some much needed rest. But those things you witnessed. Those things you heard. They kept you up. The curiosity began to eat away at you. So you went back to your CRT late into the night, and despite your fear, you put in another tape. After viewing the first tape you found in the attic you found yourself too afraid to put another in your VCR. Trying to forget about what you saw, you went to bed that night to try and get some much needed rest. But those things you witnessed. Those things you heard. They kept you up. The curiosity began to eat away at you. So you went back to your CRT late into the night, and despite your fear, you put in another tape. After viewing the first tape you found in the attic you found yourself too afraid to put another in your VCR. Trying to forget about what you saw, you went to bed that night to try and get some much needed rest. But those things you witnessed. Those things you heard. They kept you up. The curiosity began to eat away at you. So you went back to your CRT late into the night, and despite your fear, you put in another tape.