Your heart is pounding. You can feel the danger in the room with every fiber of your being. The hairs on your neck are standing straight up, your breath is hard to control.
The walls are pulsing. Beads of water race down the concrete slabs, resembling sweat. A single light bulb is flickering. Each time it goes out, the shadow of a being is revealed You hear its footsteps, wet and racing. It’s cre...
