Fansadox Collection 456 Prison Horror Story Part 8 Predondo Top Official

We were trapped.

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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.

I exchanged a nervous glance with Max. We'd heard rumors about Graveyard, a notorious prisoner who'd been locked away for years. Some said he was a monster, a creature that fed on fear and pain. We were trapped

At first, I didn't. But then, I picked up on a faint scratching noise, like fingernails on metal. It was coming from the last cell on the left.

"Do you hear that?" he whispered.

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. Its eyes were black as coal, and its skin was deathly pale

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

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. We'd heard rumors about Graveyard, a notorious prisoner

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.

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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.

The inmate's voice was barely audible. "I...I'm...Graveyard."

And then, the screams started.