I hated the dark.
My breathing was loud in the silence, and the only thought running through my mind was that I should have waited for the Four. I should never have come here on my own. But it was too late to turn back now. I had to find out what was in here.
Slowly, hugging the wall, I made my way down the corridor, the old wooden floorboards creaking underfoot.
I heard a shuffling noise behind me and swung the torch round wildly, my heart in my throat. My light caught a set of eyes in its beam.
A rat. It scampered away, and I sagged against the wall, my heart beating out of my chest. When I felt I could continue, I shone the torch on the floor, following the footprints, and noticed the corridor ended at a solid metal door. I was almost there.
I stumbled along towards the door, keeping one hand on the wall as I went, the stone cold and rough under my fingers.
Creak.
“Hello?” I called out, my voice shaky, my heart hammering and every hair on my body standing on end.
Creak.
A sudden “whoosh.”
A loud crack as something struck my head.
Then.
Every.
Thing.
Went.
Black.
TO BE CONTINUED…
That’s it…for now…