The Final Night Shift

(Phone Rings) I'm still here. The messenger. The one from the.. previous place. The Hybrid, it stole my body, it terrored me. A part I now lay in here. Rotting, despised by myself. My actions eat me up every second, of every hour, of every day. Release me from my current impairment, if you can. Don't worry though. I haunt them. Yes. The ones. Not specifically new, more like, renovated. I'm coming for you! I think there's enough space in here, for two.