A betrayed girl becomes «Sixth,» a demonic entity, after her doctor's occult ritual. The only survivors, twin sisters, are cursed with her horrific memories. One risks it all to document the truth, knowing Sixth will return to silence them forever. Don't. Trust. The. Doctor.
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Firefighter #1: Hey! I found a diary from one of those crazy twins.
Firefighter #2: Seriously! Let's read it, if the pages aren't all burned, that is.
Firefighter #1: You even have to ask? Of course, let's read it.
Hello to whoever reads this… I am Militsa Khloé Grace. I wanted to take to my grave the memories and feelings that it forced upon «us»… That thing I first thought was Casey, or… not quite her? But I can't do it anymore! All these feelings, emotions, and memories are driving me insane! I can't keep this secret any longer, I know… I know, the Six. it will come for «us» for what I'm about to do… but I can't go on like this, I'm sorry… sorry sorry sorry SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SO (page is burned). Y.
Entry (page is burned), Mia Casey Johnson = Sh— (page is burned) I…
Beginning:
Narrator: When I was 13 years old, doctors discovered I had Raynaud's Syndrome. I was so scared back then, I thought I just had purple paint on my hands that wouldn't wash off! I couldn't have even imagined that it was Raynaud's Syndrome… Unknown:But what about the fact that your hands were icy? Narrator:Ah… that? My hands were always cold, I didn't even pay attention to it… Unknown:I see, I understand.
Narrator: To be honest, a lot of people made fun of me back then, they thought my family was a bit weird. My parents were constantly collecting all sorts of junk: from auctions, dumpsters, abandoned buildings, etc.
— I used to think it was completely normal and usual, since I'd lived that way since childhood… but when I got here… I realized I was very mistaken about that. Most often, I was picked on by a small group of girls; they were pretty popular at school. They would usually say things like, «Your clothes aren't yours either, are they? From some corpse or a homeless person, like everything in your house?» or«You stink, were you digging through trash somewhere again yesterday? Pff. stinky!» Honestly… it was very hurtful, but I endured it… for my parents«sake. They couldn't afford to move or transfer me to another school, so I didn't tell them anything. And then I ended up in the hospital, where they discovered Raynaud's Syndrome. The first person to notice the strange condition of my hands wasn't me, but Olivia, one of the girls from that group. She said my hands looked like two big eggplants and that I should really wash off that paint… and then, already at the hospital, it turned out I had Raynaud's Syndrome. It was already too late to save my hands; the syndrome was progressing too fast and had reached up to my elbows, so they had to be amputated… well, and then you know the rest, Doctor Schmidt.»
Doctor: That's right, Casey, I know the rest. I hope you're doing well here in this shelter for the disabled and that no one bothers you here, and if anything happens… tell me immediately! I will help you. Casey:Thank you, Doctor! I know I can count on you. Doctor:I'm flattered by your trust in me, Sixth… I mean, Casey! (When they finished talking and Casey had all her necessary procedures done, she went to her room. The door was always open during the day, since Casey has no hands. Her roommates, Mira and Mila—they were twins but easy to tell apart—greeted her. Mira was missing her left eye and had a scar on the right corner of her lip, and Mila's arms were covered in deep scars, plus she had a large burn over her right eye. The twins didn't want to talk about what had happened to make them look like that, and Casey didn't try to find out, so as not to make them uncomfortable.).
Mila: Hi Casey! How did your procedures go? Casey:Everything's fine. Doctor Schmidt was listening to my story about how I ended up here while he was doing the procedure. I finally got to get it off my chest… Mila:But you could have told me and Mira that? Aren't we friends? Casey:Of course we're friends! It's just that I needed an adult to listen to me, not someone my own age… It was like I was complaining to my father, not a doctor, so I… Mila:Okay! I get it, you don't have to continue, I can see it's not very pleasant for you to remember your parents… How could they just abandon you, only because both your hands were amputated! That's cruel! Right, Mira? (The twin, Mira, looked up from reading her detective novel.) Mira:What? Mila:Mira! I just said! Isn't it cruel that Casey's parents abandoned her after both her… (Casey cut her off mid-sentence.) Casey:Okay! That's enough, I don't want to remember that. Mila:Ah! Sorry, Casey. Casey:It's alright, it's no big deal. Just. just don't talk about it anymore, okay? Mila:Mhm, okay. Mira:Well, what a drama. (Sighing heavily, Mira went back to reading her book. Mila decided to go for a walk.
Firefighter #2: Seriously! Let's read it, if the pages aren't all burned, that is.
Firefighter #1: You even have to ask? Of course, let's read it.
Hello to whoever reads this… I am Militsa Khloé Grace. I wanted to take to my grave the memories and feelings that it forced upon «us»… That thing I first thought was Casey, or… not quite her? But I can't do it anymore! All these feelings, emotions, and memories are driving me insane! I can't keep this secret any longer, I know… I know, the Six. it will come for «us» for what I'm about to do… but I can't go on like this, I'm sorry… sorry sorry sorry SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SO (page is burned). Y.
Entry (page is burned), Mia Casey Johnson = Sh— (page is burned) I…
Beginning:
Narrator: When I was 13 years old, doctors discovered I had Raynaud's Syndrome. I was so scared back then, I thought I just had purple paint on my hands that wouldn't wash off! I couldn't have even imagined that it was Raynaud's Syndrome… Unknown:But what about the fact that your hands were icy? Narrator:Ah… that? My hands were always cold, I didn't even pay attention to it… Unknown:I see, I understand.
Narrator: To be honest, a lot of people made fun of me back then, they thought my family was a bit weird. My parents were constantly collecting all sorts of junk: from auctions, dumpsters, abandoned buildings, etc.
— I used to think it was completely normal and usual, since I'd lived that way since childhood… but when I got here… I realized I was very mistaken about that. Most often, I was picked on by a small group of girls; they were pretty popular at school. They would usually say things like, «Your clothes aren't yours either, are they? From some corpse or a homeless person, like everything in your house?» or«You stink, were you digging through trash somewhere again yesterday? Pff. stinky!» Honestly… it was very hurtful, but I endured it… for my parents«sake. They couldn't afford to move or transfer me to another school, so I didn't tell them anything. And then I ended up in the hospital, where they discovered Raynaud's Syndrome. The first person to notice the strange condition of my hands wasn't me, but Olivia, one of the girls from that group. She said my hands looked like two big eggplants and that I should really wash off that paint… and then, already at the hospital, it turned out I had Raynaud's Syndrome. It was already too late to save my hands; the syndrome was progressing too fast and had reached up to my elbows, so they had to be amputated… well, and then you know the rest, Doctor Schmidt.»
Doctor: That's right, Casey, I know the rest. I hope you're doing well here in this shelter for the disabled and that no one bothers you here, and if anything happens… tell me immediately! I will help you. Casey:Thank you, Doctor! I know I can count on you. Doctor:I'm flattered by your trust in me, Sixth… I mean, Casey! (When they finished talking and Casey had all her necessary procedures done, she went to her room. The door was always open during the day, since Casey has no hands. Her roommates, Mira and Mila—they were twins but easy to tell apart—greeted her. Mira was missing her left eye and had a scar on the right corner of her lip, and Mila's arms were covered in deep scars, plus she had a large burn over her right eye. The twins didn't want to talk about what had happened to make them look like that, and Casey didn't try to find out, so as not to make them uncomfortable.).
Mila: Hi Casey! How did your procedures go? Casey:Everything's fine. Doctor Schmidt was listening to my story about how I ended up here while he was doing the procedure. I finally got to get it off my chest… Mila:But you could have told me and Mira that? Aren't we friends? Casey:Of course we're friends! It's just that I needed an adult to listen to me, not someone my own age… It was like I was complaining to my father, not a doctor, so I… Mila:Okay! I get it, you don't have to continue, I can see it's not very pleasant for you to remember your parents… How could they just abandon you, only because both your hands were amputated! That's cruel! Right, Mira? (The twin, Mira, looked up from reading her detective novel.) Mira:What? Mila:Mira! I just said! Isn't it cruel that Casey's parents abandoned her after both her… (Casey cut her off mid-sentence.) Casey:Okay! That's enough, I don't want to remember that. Mila:Ah! Sorry, Casey. Casey:It's alright, it's no big deal. Just. just don't talk about it anymore, okay? Mila:Mhm, okay. Mira:Well, what a drama. (Sighing heavily, Mira went back to reading her book. Mila decided to go for a walk.
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