He walked past the graffiti-laden walls, 36 steps, turn left, 42 steps, right wall.
Someone had stolen the bench. He felt the wall and floor. Click. The wall slid to the right. The dust drifted upwards on the disturbed air.
Nobody had found this room. It must have been 20 years. The door marked by them clawing from the inside. He could hear their screams. He could smell their fear. He would never forget. How could he?
Now they’d led him back here. The door closed quietly behind him.
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Scary!
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Thank you. 🙂
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What happens next???!
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Dun dun duuuun! o.o
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love it. what a yummy moment!
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Thank you Nina. 🙂
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I told you to not disturb me… But since you are here… What’s for dinner?…
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Hah, some for Layne to chew on… 😛
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Were the walls grey in colour?
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Yes, not sure if that’s the dust or paint though. o.o
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Maybe it was because the walls were scared :0
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intense!
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Heated. 🙂
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oh crap !!
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What goes around, comes around. o.o
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