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Fansadox Collection 456 Prison Horror Story Part 8 Predondo Top File
As we backed away from the cell, I stumbled over my own feet. Max caught my arm and pulled me toward the door.
"You shouldn't be here," Graveyard rasped, his voice dripping with malice.
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. As we backed away from the cell, I stumbled over my own feet
Max and I exchanged a nervous glance. It was time to get out of there, and fast.
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The figure slowly turned to face us. Its eyes were black as coal, and its skin was deathly pale. It was an inmate, but it looked like it had been through a war.
The inmate's voice was barely audible. "I...I'm...Graveyard." As we approached the cellblock, I noticed that
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.
