"You shouldn't be here," Graveyard rasped, his voice dripping with malice.
I'd been a guard at Predondo for only a few weeks, but I'd already heard the whispers about the prison's dark past. The brutal treatment of inmates, the corrupt officials, and the unexplained occurrences that seemed to plague the facility. "You shouldn't be here," Graveyard rasped, his voice
And then, the screams started.
The inmate's voice was barely audible. "I...I'm...Graveyard." And then, the screams started
I hope you want me to continue with part 9! As we approached the cellblock, I noticed that
As we approached the cellblock, I noticed that the doors seemed to be slightly ajar. Max frowned and motioned for me to follow him. We stepped inside, our flashlights casting flickering shadows on the walls.
As we watched, Graveyard's eyes seemed to bore into my soul. I felt a chill run down my spine, and I knew that I was in grave danger.