The depth of darkness🕯️

Part 3(English)

heart of darkness...
The smell of damp and extreme humidity...
The smell of blood and vague and strange shadows on the walls.....
Different sounds that reach the ears of every person, cause the eardrum to vibrate, and this vibration will reach other parts of his frightened body and make his hair stand on end....
Its cold air causes the flame of the candle to vibrate and the candle flickers restlessly....
The boy does not give up and continues on his way in the narrow corridor of the basement....

After a short time of continuing on his way, while trying to control his anxious and restless heart from the fast and crazy beatings towards his chest wall, He narrowed his eyes And he raises the candle in front of his white and plastered face.

The narrow corridor was finished, now replaced by the more open space of the old corridor of the prestigious Rodley Grylls High School, which collapsed 80 years ago and was now buried upside down in the basement.
He puts his trembling foot forward and takes the first step...
There is not much left to reach his destination...

With the customary flick of the candle, he again surveys the old, dark corridor of the buried school.
A long corridor full of dust, black stains on the door and wall, individual doors torn out of place. The lamps that barely kept their power and shook lightly on the ceiling. It was not clear where the buzzing sound was coming from And at the end, the rotten meats that have now taken on a little black color and their blood had dried on them....
The boy held his stomach and tried to prevent the nausea that hit him and his cursed stomach.

What shocked him the most every week after coming down the stairs and passing through this narrow corridor was seeing these dirty and smelly meats, some of which were being eaten by slimy yellow worms.
That was not the whole point...
The fear that came to him when he saw these torn pieces of flesh was because they belonged to humans...
The people who were sacrificed and now do not belong to this world anymore...

After making up his mind, he set out.
He took his steps short, silent and fast.
Upon reaching the first class, he stopped and inspected the interior for a short minute with his eyes.
The tilted board on the wall, chairs and benches spread out, and pieces of torn and bloody clothes scattered on the floor and benches.
The benches that were placed eighty years ago at this time in shiny brown color, clean and neat And they were waiting for the children to arrive and sit on them. Children with a happy, bright and cheerful spirit, who were eagerly sitting on the chairs and studying. But now...
The boy sighed and sadly looked at the bodies of several boys and girls lying on the chairs and not in a very good condition. Now, after a long time passed, their bodies were almost rotten...

The boy squeezed the edge of his dark blouse in his hand and moved.
He tried not to put his feet on the broken glass that resulted from the broken windows of the classrooms.

When passing through the classrooms, especially those transparent rectangles that made it easier to see from the outside into the classroom, which lost their transparency due to the passage of time and were sometimes corroded or cracked, and now the stains Black and red and a layer of dirt could be seen on all of them without exception, he closed his eyes or looked at the ground.
He was slowly humming the old soothing song he had learned from his older sister, which might be a relief to silence the strong pounding of his heart against his chest wall.
The fear of looking into the classrooms had returned to him.
As if by looking inside the classrooms, a wild creature will attack him and add him to the torn pieces of flesh here...

Upon reaching the desired door, which was the children's room of the theater club at that time (80 years ago), he paused a little...
He looked at himself in the mirror on the door.