The room was empty and filled with hollow faces. The man with the yellow coat, the woman with a snap back, and a young boy in green. They were under some sort of trance, their eyes tired and saddening every second. They looked blankly at the front of the room that resembled a penitentiary. The madness that these bodies are made of flowed through the room. Then there was a loud creak . The kind of sound that says, "Life sucks and death is in the area. So, watch your back." Though it was a ear piercing loud creak the bodies that seemed only to be good for holding blood didn't turn, flinch, or even break their stare. The only reason you might know that there is someone else in the room is, you could hear them breathing. The sound was almost odd, it was like a deep purr but with a hidden whistle like squeal.
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Hollow soul
Horror"The room was empty and filled with hollow faces." Men, children, women all different yet all the same. All searching for a purpose and all looking for control. That's the word that everybody overlooks. CONTROL. Such a simple word yet such a powerfu...
