It was hard to believe it was the same place, from day to night. Murphy had some experience with warped, nightmare realities, but...
Not quite like this. Hell, he thought he'd be more comfortable if it was always creepy.
And speaking of being comfortable...
He still had his doubts. Murphy would have given anything for a proper confessional. To be able to kneel in that comforting darkness as he had so many times as a child, to unburden himself and be told he was forgiven. And to believe it.
He didn't know what he believed anymore. But when he was shuffled into the Game Room and saw the younger guy with the rosary, he knew he didn't have any more choice in the matter of talking to someone. Maybe it was better that way. He couldn't get out of it now, not really.
Hands hooked in the waistband of his pants - he hated the lack of pockets - Murphy approached who he assumed was this Gabe guy with the demeanor of a beaten dog.
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Not quite like this. Hell, he thought he'd be more comfortable if it was always creepy.
And speaking of being comfortable...
He still had his doubts. Murphy would have given anything for a proper confessional. To be able to kneel in that comforting darkness as he had so many times as a child, to unburden himself and be told he was forgiven. And to believe it.
He didn't know what he believed anymore. But when he was shuffled into the Game Room and saw the younger guy with the rosary, he knew he didn't have any more choice in the matter of talking to someone. Maybe it was better that way. He couldn't get out of it now, not really.
Hands hooked in the waistband of his pants - he hated the lack of pockets - Murphy approached who he assumed was this Gabe guy with the demeanor of a beaten dog.
"Uh...I think we're supposed to meet?"