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No rattling chains, no fast footsteps, no murderous speak.Well, maybe the last part wasn’t correct.He thought of having lost his mind now for real after seeing a black cloud floating in his direction. After it rushed past him, Miles shivered. In the midst of all this buzzing like a thousand flies, was an echoing whisper. Deep like a masculine voice.
…blood on floor… insanity… wish… freedom… body
His own body whipped in the direction where the whisper got weaker. But his camera only got blinded by the thunder, illuminating the stairs and grass in white before going dark again. No rushing shadow to be seen. Gulping and clenching the remains of his free hand into a fist, he wished to be free of this place soon.