Marble Hornets -Falling to the ground chapter 11
"Your Job you can probably now hang up," notes Tim, as he stared out the car window.
They were only narrowly escape from the building. His father knew every emergency. What the staff was concerned ... he had not survived. For this reason they were driving at 120 kilometers per hour on the highway.
"It's better than you alone against Alex" grumbled Mr. Wright.
He jerked the steering wheel and the car described a sharp curve. The highway ended in a narrow country road, which was lined with a series of trees. A sign reading "Ross Wood" them shone against the spotlights. The bright yellow seemed to proclaim a warning. Before the inevitable. Tims guts knotted painfully at the thought.
The hospital was still as cold and intimidating as he had remembered it ever since. Here, where a few rotten beams lay in a heap, a table had been. And where a large gaping hole in the wall, a painting of Dr. Angus Bumby had hung, the builder of the hospital. A tall, thin man, with protruding cheekbones, a poi