Chapter 2 23 Hours

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Amy walked through the the damply lit passage, she was following bloody footprints in the soil when they suddenly stopped. "This is just weird... Where could they have gone??" Amy said frustrated. Amy looked around when she realized how high the ceiling was she looked up and saw the person had hung them self. Amy gasped in horror. "Sir???? Are.. are you alive...?" Amy asked her voice trembled. The mans body held still, then he gurgled blood trickling down his mouth on to Amy. "AHHHHHH!!!" Amy screeched. "Eww... Eww.... Ewwww..!" Amy tried to get the blood off of her pink skirt and yellow top but it didn't work she looked down at her sandals, they were covered too. Why was this happening? Amy thought. Amy continued through the the hallway with her candle. She came up to a part of the passage that split into two parts, she went to the right and continued. The tunnel stopped about ten minutes after she went that way. At the end was a wooden floor with a desk, on the desk was a note: Make a poem using your name use your name you win the game, you win the game you'll be free for these will close on thee. "What's that supposed to mean?? Am I supposed to make a poem with my name? How will that help me escape??" Amy looked at the paper and picked it up suddenly behind her two solid steel doors closed. Amy banged on them until she relized she had to write the poem. She began: Amy is me so thoughtful so free, Amy is nice cool and doesn't have lice, Amy is Amy so happy to be. She set down the paper and waited, in sank into the table and the room began to shake. Amy fell to the ground the pen stabbed into her arm. Amy blacked out seeing darkness and a face she hadn't seen in to long...

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