Intro:
Robert McGovern is languishing in prison convicted on five counts of murder. The 32 year old haled from Beckley, Michigan and was nicknamed the "Beckley Butcher" for those murders. He is now on death row, after a series of brutal brawls within the prison. He is awaiting execution by electric chair. However, the prison is approached by a wealthy businessman, wanting to pit every prisoner against each other in a brutal game of life or death. It is of course accepted. The winner walks away with his freedom.
That same night, a freakish electrical storm knocks out the entire prison's power, leaving every prisoner not only in the dark, but with spirits from the past hungry for revenge on the prison that took their lives away from them. Now, not only does Robert have to survive the proposed game, he also has to avoid the spirits that haunt the prison. Will he do so, or will it all be too much for him?
Chapter 1: Life
I stood there, with a bloodied corpse lying motionless right next to my blood spattered shoes. A knife was in my hand, caked in blood and dripping the substance on the ground beneath my feet. The police were on the scene soon enough and I made no attempt to run. What was the point? They knew who I was, what I do and what crimes I have committed. I gave myself up there and then. Soon enough, I was in court and pleaded guilty to five counts of murder, and they convicted me. I was set to spend the rest of my life in this shit hole of a prison. However they sentenced me to death row about a year later after I killed two fellow prisoners in brutal brawls. So there I was, awaiting my fate.
I just sat in my cell, waiting for guards to come and collect me and take me to where my last breath on this earth will be. I got sick of waiting, I just want to get it over with so I don't have to endure another minute of this shitty life I have been granted.
Finally, two officers came to my cell door and tapped on the cell bars, signalling to me that my time is up. They instructed me to turn around and they handcuffed my hands behind my back. It was time…..time to face my demons. Time for my life to be put to bed for good. I was taken to a small room where an electric chair awaited me for my execution. I sat in the chair and had my wrists and shins locked to it so I couldn't escape. So, this was it, goodbye cruel world and good riddance.
However it wasn't as simple as that, because a wealthy looking man came in to the room to see the prison manager who was keeping an eye on me. "I have a proposal for you…" He began. The manager looked at him and replied with, "so what is this proposal of which you speak?" Soon enough, the businessman replied back with "I am the founder and owner of an underground TV station called Wired TV. We air things that nobody else would even think about. So I propose to you that we pit every prisoner in this building in a life or death game, only one survives. The survivor walks away with his freedom. Not only does it free up the cells, but it also makes for great TV! So, how about it?" The manager thought about it for a few moments before he came to a conclusion. "You have a deal!" He replied with a dark smile. "Looks like you've had a lucky break, McGovern, back to your cell, now!" The manager said to me. Fuck, why did this have to happen? I thought all this shit would finally be over, I could rest in peace, but now I've been put in a life or death game with the other idiots in this prison and they call it a lucky break. It takes the piss. All I wanted was for my life to be over with…for good! Now though, I was on my way back to my cell to contemplate over that damn game. What is with these people? Now, all I could do was think about that game and read the newspaper on my bed. Nothing else. So, I just lay there for hours reading the paper through over and over again. When I finally stopped, it was night. There was a large thunderstorm outside. So I went across the room to turn my cell light on and just at that moment the entire prison's power went out. All the lights shut off and we were left in complete darkness. It felt uncomfortable and cold, as if something was there that you couldn't see! I looked out my cell window, and a shadowy figure passed by it. It made me feel cold. The darkness made me feel isolated, all alone to survive. The strange thing was, no prisoner was making a sound. Not even a small one. Was I alone?