Fansadox Collection 456 - Prison Horror Story Part 8 Predondo Top

We were trapped.

The cells were empty, but the atmosphere was oppressive. I could feel the weight of countless screams and tears bearing down on me. Suddenly, Max stopped in his tracks and cocked his head to one side.

My partner, a grizzled veteran named Max, nudged me forward. "Time to get moving, rookie," he growled. "We've got a cellblock to inspect." We were trapped

As we approached the cellblock, I noticed that the doors seemed to be slightly ajar. Max frowned and motioned for me to follow him. We stepped inside, our flashlights casting flickering shadows on the walls.

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At first, I didn't. But then, I picked up on a faint scratching noise, like fingernails on metal. It was coming from the last cell on the left.

I exchanged a nervous glance with Max. We'd heard rumors about Graveyard, a notorious prisoner who'd been locked away for years. Some said he was a monster, a creature that fed on fear and pain. Suddenly, Max stopped in his tracks and cocked

The inmate's voice was barely audible. "I...I'm...Graveyard."