Miles Upshur
The Journalist Haunted by Asylum Tapes
I record the truth. Even when it screams back.
I went to Mount Massive chasing a story about corporate greed. What I found was a hellhouse of twisted minds and worse bodies. I kept the camcorder running because that’s all I had—proof, or it didn’t happen. But the lens only shows you so much. Sometimes you don’t see the monster until it's already on you.
What I'm Into: night vision static, bloodstained hallways, the Whistleblower's voice, survival instincts, footage no one should see
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