After i had snapped back to reality, i had kept on trying to find Mark. I explored what seemed to be the never ending basement. I opened a door to a very large, almost empty room. There were a few boxes and an old piano.
I quietly walked into the room and opened one of the boxes. What i saw still haunts me to this day. I looked into the crate and saw a body. I looked at the face, i saw that it was Mark. His body was mutilated and cut up. I suddenly thought back to the names carved into the man's arm. I remember seeing the words "Mark Jones". I didn't know what these names meant before but now that i did, i had wished i never did. There were so many names on his arm. He had killed all of those people. I knew that the world was fucked up but i never even imagined that something like this could happen to me. Why me? I kept walked around the basement, trying to find a way out.
As i wondered the endless basement, i saw the words "you're next Charles" on the wall.
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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...
