Fansadox Collection 456 Prison Horror — Story Part 8 Predondo Top

Max and I exchanged a nervous glance. It was time to get out of there, and fast.

But it was too late. The cellblock was plunged into darkness, and I heard the sound of locks clicking into place.

"You shouldn't be here," Graveyard rasped, his voice dripping with malice.

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. Max and I exchanged a nervous glance

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.

We approached the cell cautiously, our lights trained on the door. As we peered inside, I saw a figure huddled in the corner, its back to us. The scratching noise grew louder, and I realized that it was coming from the walls, not the door.

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. The cellblock was plunged into darkness, and I

As I trudged through the dimly lit corridors of Predondo Prison, the eerie atmosphere seemed to seep into my bones. The air was thick with the stench of decay and despair, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched by unseen eyes.

"Let's check it out," Max said, his voice firm.

And then, the screams started.

"What's your name?" Max demanded.

"Do you hear that?" he whispered.

And then, the scratching stopped. The silence was more unsettling than the noise had been. I could feel the weight of countless screams

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.