But it was too late. The cellblock was plunged into darkness, and I heard the sound of locks clicking into place.
And then, the scratching stopped. The silence was more unsettling than the noise had been.
"Do you hear that?" he whispered.
And then, the screams started.
We were trapped.
The figure slowly turned to face us. Its eyes were black as coal, and its skin was deathly pale. It was an inmate, but it looked like it had been through a war.
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. But it was too late
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.
"Let's check it out," Max said, his voice firm. The silence was more unsettling than the noise had been