Fansadox Collection 456 Prison Horror Story Part 8 Predondo Top Now

As we backed away from the cell, I stumbled over my own feet. Max caught my arm and pulled me toward the door.

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

The inmate's voice was barely audible. "I...I'm...Graveyard." As we backed away from the cell, I stumbled over my own feet

I'd been a guard at Predondo for only a few weeks, but I'd already heard the whispers about the prison's dark past. The brutal treatment of inmates, the corrupt officials, and the unexplained occurrences that seemed to plague the facility.

"You shouldn't be here," Graveyard rasped, his voice dripping with malice. The cellblock was plunged into darkness, and I

We were trapped.

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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.