Whistleblower I am Waylon Park I’m an investigative journalist from Denver, Colorado. I have received an email from Miles Upshur a software engineer who works at the Mount Massive Asylum he has been telling me about inhumane experiments being conducted at the asylum. Well that’s why I am here to expose the Murkoff Corporation patients are being hurt and Murkoff is making money off of it this needs to stop.
I’m in front of the gates that lead to the Asylum I grab my camcorder and slowly step out of my JEEP Cherokee. I start feeling sick just looking at this place, especially at dark. Mount Massive Asylum, shut down amid scandal and government secrecy in 1971, reopened by Murkoff Psychiatric …show more content…
I walk out of the room into a long hallway and out of nowhere a door was slammed shut. I question my decision on coming to this place was taking this big of a risk worth it. The only option I have left is to crawl into one of the vents. I make my way out of the vents into the 2nd story of the building the Lobby is downstairs it’s abandoned there’s blood all around. All the computers are broken I can’t imagine what has been happening here I make my way into a room full of corpses and ripped off heads there’s blood and organs all over the floor. “AGHHHHHHHHHH!” A SWAT officer screams in pain and agony. A spear going right through his shoulder. The officer was gasping for air “They killed us, they got out. The patients. You can’t fight them. You have to …show more content…
Okay. Here we go. Arms and legs inside the car at all times.” He said as he strapped me to the wheelchair and started to push me down a hallway. He then pulled me up by an elevator. Turning me around to show me there was an open door with an Exit sign on it. “You know I love the mountain air up here at night. You want to head out, take a stroll, go ahead I’ll wait here. Go on, run free. I’m in no hurry. No? Alright. Nose to the grindstone, I like that. Okay then. Right this way.” Trager said. He then pushed me into the elevator and we rode up. As we exited the elevator, he then continued to push me as he followed a trail of blood. Into a bathroom full of his utensils for torture. Everywhere you looked there was blood in the sink, urinal, toilets. He picked up my camcorder from me and placed it down on his sink and started to record us. “You know I’m a bit worried with how much time you have been spending with Father Martin, I hope you haven’t been letting him confuse you with all this biblical, and holy nonsense. No offense to the man, but I think he might just be a little bit crazy.” But I know how it is when people are scared they’re as like to turn to God as anything else. But we’re on to a more concrete faith now.” “You have to rob Paul to pay Peter there is no other way. Murder in its simplest form. But what happens when all the money is gone?” “Well, money becomes a matter of faith. And that’s what I’m here
I’m in front of the gates that lead to the Asylum I grab my camcorder and slowly step out of my JEEP Cherokee. I start feeling sick just looking at this place, especially at dark. Mount Massive Asylum, shut down amid scandal and government secrecy in 1971, reopened by Murkoff Psychiatric …show more content…
I walk out of the room into a long hallway and out of nowhere a door was slammed shut. I question my decision on coming to this place was taking this big of a risk worth it. The only option I have left is to crawl into one of the vents. I make my way out of the vents into the 2nd story of the building the Lobby is downstairs it’s abandoned there’s blood all around. All the computers are broken I can’t imagine what has been happening here I make my way into a room full of corpses and ripped off heads there’s blood and organs all over the floor. “AGHHHHHHHHHH!” A SWAT officer screams in pain and agony. A spear going right through his shoulder. The officer was gasping for air “They killed us, they got out. The patients. You can’t fight them. You have to …show more content…
Okay. Here we go. Arms and legs inside the car at all times.” He said as he strapped me to the wheelchair and started to push me down a hallway. He then pulled me up by an elevator. Turning me around to show me there was an open door with an Exit sign on it. “You know I love the mountain air up here at night. You want to head out, take a stroll, go ahead I’ll wait here. Go on, run free. I’m in no hurry. No? Alright. Nose to the grindstone, I like that. Okay then. Right this way.” Trager said. He then pushed me into the elevator and we rode up. As we exited the elevator, he then continued to push me as he followed a trail of blood. Into a bathroom full of his utensils for torture. Everywhere you looked there was blood in the sink, urinal, toilets. He picked up my camcorder from me and placed it down on his sink and started to record us. “You know I’m a bit worried with how much time you have been spending with Father Martin, I hope you haven’t been letting him confuse you with all this biblical, and holy nonsense. No offense to the man, but I think he might just be a little bit crazy.” But I know how it is when people are scared they’re as like to turn to God as anything else. But we’re on to a more concrete faith now.” “You have to rob Paul to pay Peter there is no other way. Murder in its simplest form. But what happens when all the money is gone?” “Well, money becomes a matter of faith. And that’s what I’m here