(Disclaimer- this is a fan fiction of the horror game Little Hope. For those who have not played the game and don’t want any spoilers, turn away now. This will have different options like the game you can choose which will have different outcomes. Whatever choice you make will have some kind of consequences. I hope you have fun with this as I will have fun with this. Again this is just a fan fiction I’m doing for fun, all rights belong to the original owners of Dark Pictures Anthology! I hope you enjoy.)
So I decided that from this point forward I would either record my voice or text in my virtual journal on my phone for whomever decides to read this if we don’t or hopefully do get out of this mess alive. I’m Andrew, an 18 year old college student that graduated high school last year. This is my second semester at community college. I was taking a field trip with three other students besides myself along with my English teacher when our bus driver swerved on the road and crashed. Now technically we had finished a road trip at an art museum which had a creative writing seminar that had about a day’s drive away from the school, which is why it took so long to get from our destination to another.
I’m getting ahead of myself here. I woke up from the craziest nightmare of my life. I swear I don’t remember the crash happening. I remember being on the bus, then having the nightmare, then waking up to John looking at me close up. Not to mention having the worst, most painful, throbbing headache of my life. It was pure madness, seeing what seemed to be a dysfunctional, but relatively safe scene burst into flames within a matter of seconds. The worst part of it is it was like as if I was there, living the experience. And that girl… that little girl, Megan I think her name was. There’s something wrong with her. I couldn’t put my finger on what, but I knew that something was wrong, like a curse.
I couldn’t have been happier when I woke up, snapping back into reality. The funeral in that dream haunted my thoughts. I was able to see what I thought was my grave, but it was away from the family’s grave site. When I met up with everyone, I couldn’t have been more relieved. I had thought that everyone had died.
I don’t know why, but Taylor and Daniel wanted to split for a bit. It’s such a bad idea to split right now. I can’t explain this ominous fog. It’s so thick you can just, cut through it with a knife. They tried to walk away but it turned them around in our direction. It was really weird. There has to be some logical explanation for some of these strange findings. I’m concussed, the fog has to be from some big water source, I mean it has to be from something.
At one point everyone yelled at each other and I told them all to just shut up! Yelling at each other just isn’t the answer. So, we’re going into this place called Little Hope. It’s going to take us a few minutes to get there, which I’m taking advantage to write at this very moment in time. I see a building in the distance! Perhaps it means a working phone or something. I’ll write more as the night progresses.