The thing is, The Tower crept up on us all. It appeared in his mind. It appears in your mind. It was Dark and Ominous. It could be happy. What happened in the Tower lays the trauma of our minds; What we react to, what we have done, is all within the Tower. Once you discover it, it’s importance will shine the light within you. “ the voice said.

Jacob looked upon it, listening to the spirit. There it was. The tower felt wide, never ending, and filled with things he couldn’t quite comprehend. He walked inside the dark bricked building. Winding stairs led up to the top..spirits cried. The wailing of the victims of the Tower looked upon him.

“Help us. Please..” “Why are we here Jacob..Why?”

He walked up the stairs farther. “Son, it’s so nice to see you. How are things?”

“Great..Dad..-“

“Wonderful-…” His father, once lively and with a full head of hair- turned grey, emaciated, a withered corpse.

“GET OUT..GET OUT!!!” Father said, reaching out with a wrinkly, zombified hand.

He pressed on..walking up the stairs. Terrified, blood pumped through his head. Somerging weird happened. The stairs began to crumble, more and more. The might of his will to get out became stronger.

“JACOB..REMEMBER ME… the party clown from your BIRTHDAY PARTY….” The clown said, the voice deepening and his teeth sharpening. He honked his nose. “YOU WANT A BALLOON?”

Tbe clowns stomach cavity tore open as the clown wrangled out some intestine, quickly wrapping it up into a dog shape.

Jacob screamed, the clown smiling. He fell downwards, his trauma falling through him. Before he knew it. He woke up, screaming. “who’s this?” An intern said.

“He’s Jacob, he’s been in this psychiatric center for 10 years. He’s a convicted murderer, schizophrenic. He probably can’t even hear what I’m saying…” the head psychologist said.