My back laid against a cold stone, my breath, battling the heavy stench which hung in the air. The air was frigid, and I found myself shivering in this gloomy room. I attempted to lift my head from the stone as soon as I was about to move my body, but my face struggled with cobwebs. I pulled it off, as I bolted for the available exit which was a dark door that led to a barely illuminated room Range of broken tables, and chairs, laid on the floor, the walls laced with broken mirrors at about every centimeter. Suddenly, I felt an uneasy pricking that someone was watching, and when my eyes flashed over the mirrors, my reflection casted a wave of fear down my spine. "Who is there?" I croaked, voice bathed in fear, gulping. I felt a breath caress my shoulders. The stench of rotten meat became stronger and my heart begged to jump out. I turned quickly, but there was no one there. My breath still hung in agony. My legs searched for another exit, but the more I walked, the long
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