Fansadox Collection 456 Prison Horror Story Part 8 Predondo Top [better]

As I trudged through the dimly lit corridors of Predondo Prison, the eerie atmosphere seemed to seep into my bones. The air was thick with the stench of decay and despair, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched by unseen eyes.

As we backed away from the cell, I stumbled over my own feet. Max caught my arm and pulled me toward the door.

And then, the scratching stopped. The silence was more unsettling than the noise had been. As I trudged through the dimly lit corridors

"You shouldn't be here," Graveyard rasped, his voice dripping with malice.

Max and I exchanged a nervous glance. It was time to get out of there, and fast. Max caught my arm and pulled me toward the door

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We were trapped.

We approached the cell cautiously, our lights trained on the door. As we peered inside, I saw a figure huddled in the corner, its back to us. The scratching noise grew louder, and I realized that it was coming from the walls, not the door.