I've been locked in this dungeon for a few days now. I tried running my hand along the wall to find an exit, but have come up with nothing. I have noted on the wall is soft moss like the fur of a dog. Along the floor are stones that have been broken by some unknown force. Every time I take a breath I smell old, musty air and taste old water. I hear a constant dripping in the corner and it reminds me of rain. The skittering rats are more scared of me than I am of them, so they avoid me. In the light that is as faint as dusk I see silvery, rusted chains on the floor, in the corner, and dangling from the ceiling. They have blood on them. What was this place in the past? I run to the door and start pounding on it screaming. I hear footsteps coming to the door, and then the clicking of the lock as it comes undone.
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Short Stories
Short StoryThese are just short stories I think of and can't expand upon to make a huge awesome book. (Very old book)
