You slowly wander down a long, dark corridor made of cold stone, your torchlight barely making a dent in the eerie blackness. You kick a rock and it ricochets of the wall and clatters into the darkness.
All of a sudden, you think you hear feint footsteps behind you. Swiveling around, your torchlight couldn't pick out anything in the gloom.
You started to wish you had never played Slender last night.
You begin to walk away from the noise, but it got louder and closer, until the point where you were running from, well, god knows what.
Up ahead was a huge drop into a massive chasm with a pool of water taking up most of the floor.
Either you jumped, or faced whatever monstrosity was chasing you.
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