Charlotte Brady's POV
I stepped into a small room, Ryan clinging to my trembling arm. There were small cracks in the ground, and they were perfectly straight, making perfectly square cracks. Suddenly, they began disappearing and reappearing, and leading to deep pits that would end anyone's life. We carefully began walking through the trapdoor room. Suddenly, a scream rose. Carisse, the French girl, was clinging onto the edge of the trapdoor. Her moisturized hands slipped, and her bone-chilling scream faded away, then I gasped as a crunch echoed up to our ears. Ryan shook, whispering, "She's dead. She's dead! We're all going to die!" He was slowly going insane, and it hurt me to see his mind slowly cracking. I tried calming him down and soothing his breaking mind. "It'll be okay..." A shout alerted me of another victim claimed by the mysterious voice, and sure enough, Kevin was hanging on for dear life. I covered Ryan's ears as Kevin fell to his doom. Another crunch, and Kevin was gone. We walked to the door, Ryan still going insane.
