I was alone in the dark and petrified. I stood frozen still, cold and wishing I had my jacket. I didn't want to move. I didn't know what I'd find in here. I couldn't see. For all I knew, there were people waiting with chainsaws. I took a step forward, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the dark. They didn't. But I had to move. There was an exit here somewhere. I had to find it. To escape. I touched my hand to the wall. Brick. Thick brick. I slowly felt my way around. The wall kept going and going. I stopped when I heard the floorboards creak. I inched another step forward and one of the panels gave way. I clutched to the wall. This whole floor was unstable and I was yet to find my way in the dark.
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