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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. I'd been a guard at Predondo for only
And then, the screams started.
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.
The cells were empty, but the atmosphere was oppressive. I could feel the weight of countless screams and tears bearing down on me. Suddenly, Max stopped in his tracks and cocked his head to one side. And then, the screams started
Max and I exchanged a nervous glance. It was time to get out of there, and fast.
My partner, a grizzled veteran named Max, nudged me forward. "Time to get moving, rookie," he growled. "We've got a cellblock to inspect."
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And then, the scratching stopped. The silence was more unsettling than the noise had been.
"Do you hear that?" he whispered.
The inmate's voice was barely audible. "I...I'm...Graveyard." The scratching noise grew louder, and I realized
"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.
"Let's check it out," Max said, his voice firm.
And then, the screams started.
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.
The cells were empty, but the atmosphere was oppressive. I could feel the weight of countless screams and tears bearing down on me. Suddenly, Max stopped in his tracks and cocked his head to one side.
Max and I exchanged a nervous glance. It was time to get out of there, and fast.
My partner, a grizzled veteran named Max, nudged me forward. "Time to get moving, rookie," he growled. "We've got a cellblock to inspect."
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And then, the scratching stopped. The silence was more unsettling than the noise had been.
"Do you hear that?" he whispered.
The inmate's voice was barely audible. "I...I'm...Graveyard."
"You shouldn't be here," Graveyard rasped, his voice dripping with malice.