Dr. NoSleep (host)

As I rush through the door, entering the lobby of a ramshackle apartment building, I realize I've lost sight of Sipes and the uniformed guy.

From somewhere down the corridor in front of me, Sipes shouts for help.

I sprint past the sagging stairs down the dimly lit hall.

I come to a T-intersection as Sipes calls for help again.

He's to the right, so I check left, making sure that hallway is empty before I pivot around the corner, leading with my pistol.

Sipes sits in the middle of the hallway floor, alone.

His nose has been ripped off.

Blood spews from the wound and floods his eyes, blinding him.

I rush over, ensuring the doors lining the hallway are all shut.

There's no sign of Tattletail.

Holstering my weapon, I reach down to help Sipes up.

A powerful forearm snakes around my neck, jerking me upright from behind.

A crushing sense of déjà vu descends as I feel a hand grabbing for my pistol.

This can't be happening again.

The scratchy sensation of burlap against the side of my head is soon followed by excruciating pain as my attacker bites down on my right ear.

The cartilaginous crunch is deafening as the teeth rip my ear off.

Pain and panic compress my lungs even as the forearm clamps my windpipe shut.

I reach up with one hand, trying to pull the arm away from my throat.

My other hand goes to my holster to battle for the gun, just like last time.

I know what happens next.