Is this a prank? Johnathan could've pulled this off. That maniac. Just, how did he make me fall through the table? He's not that smart. Maybe Jess? She always hated me. Maybe her and Johnathan? Still, they couldn't make make me fall through the table. It's impossible. How is this even happening? The lights are older than our lights. And, out of all of the things, why did I enter with a recorder? Is this just fate? Destiny? Is there any hope even left? WHY DID THIS HAPPEN? WHY THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN! *You heard a bang, also a yell* I- I CAN'T. *The recorder stopped*
Year recorded: 1920