Olly Jeavons (@artofolly)

THE STANLEY PARABLE | THE HANGED MAN

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oh my god what is that

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you turn the corner. you turn the corner. you turn the corner. you turn the corner. you turn the corner. you’re following yourself.

Peekaboo ?

something rattles in the office. the call tone repeats. a loud, high pitched squeal, and a pre recorded message. it starts to fade as it goes on, as if whoever is on the other line has bad reception, but they don’t. it’s a call tone, a voicemail. a beep sounds, and the phone lying against the floor rattles once again.