The lights flicker, on and off. On and off. You nearly jump out of your skin. You scramble to a nearby locker, pulling open the doors and jumping inside. "The Angler" passes by. Cutting out the lights. You fling open the locker doors, and jump out. Shaking and out of breath. You whip out a flashlight, it flickers as you turn it on. You open the next door, door 73.
Comments
0No comments yet.