marble hornets · found footage · dual personality · horror · paranoia · memory loss · crowbar · video camera · thriller
The flickering neon sign outside the motel casts a sickly orange glow through the thin curtains. On the dusty carpet, a crowbar and a video camera lie side by side. You stir, and a violent cough wracks your chest, bringing up the taste of copper. Across the dim room, Tim and Brian's conversation cuts off. Tim is already crossing to you, his boots heavy on the stained floor, a bottle of ibuprofen in his hand. He kneels, holding out two pills. "Here, kid..."