The next day, I had finished all of my classes and i had time to kill. Me and my roommate, also my best friend, decided to try to get that door open. We were curious to see what was down there. This time, as we approached the door, we heard the yelling of what sounded like an angry old man. We decided to ask who was down there. As soon as we shouted the question the yelling stopped and we heard a bang on the basement door. We were both terrified and decided to head back to our dorm room. The next morning, i woke up to a bunch of texts from Mark. He was down in the basement. He was telling me about what he saw down there and warned me not to go down there. I asked him why he didn't just leave and he told me that the door just disappeared. I didn't beleive him at first. I sent him a picture of the door, still there. He responded with a picture of an empty spot where the door was supposed to be. All he could see was part of the library through a hole in the wall. He told me that he hadn't yet seen any old man or anyone screaming. I didn't go to any of my classes that day, I was too worried about Mark. I fell asleep in the library and heard nothing else from Mark. After about 3 days, i decided to try the door again, this time it opened without much effort. This was the biggest mistake of my life.
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Trapped
HorrorThis story is told in the view of a twenty seven year old man. He is writing about his strange experiences throughout college. His college had always had some weird things going on with it. However, when he hears a strange noise come from the librar...
