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Monochrome Nightmare – The Pit

If we were going to get away, we would have to go down further to find the way out. She was reluctant, but I had to keep her moving and as such yanked her along. As we went down, we began to hear the sounds of boots on the stairs above us. They walked deliberately, neither rushing nor halting, but moving at the same steady rate no matter what we did.

October 15, 2014 Posted by | Fiction, Photo, Photography | , , , , , , | Leave a comment