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And then, the scratching stopped. The silence was more unsettling than the noise had been.

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. And then, the scratching stopped

But it was too late. The cellblock was plunged into darkness, and I heard the sound of locks clicking into place. the screams started.

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. And then, the scratching stopped

And then, the screams started.