No one knows when it started. The last occurrence hadn't’t been in years, but now, now things were beginning to happen. She walked through the corridors as quietly as she could, knowing that they didn't’t like loud noises. She held her video camera in hand. Even though she was terrified, she had an obligation to keep taping. She had an obligation to the rest of the team to keep walking forward. She was beginning to wish that she had never left her home in Georgia to join the team. But she had always been interested in the paranormal, and she wanted to know the truth about spirits. But that was a long time ago. Now she was alone in cell block 20, she couldn't’t find the rest of the team and it was pitch black. All she had was the light from her camera to illuminate her path. She could feel someone behind her, she ran her hand along the wall as she walked. It felt damp and uneven, like it had sustained years of torture in this horrible place. She figured that if those walls could talk, they would probably have some serious campfire stories to tell.
Suddenly she felt something on the wall. She could tell instantly what it was, a knob. She turned it and walked into the room. It was dimly lit, and the only furniture in the whole room was a large metal chair in the middle of the floor. It only took her a second to realize that it was an electric chair.
“Oh my God”, she whispered.
She started to run around and head back into the hall, but then she noticed a door on the adjacent side of the room. She quietly walked over the threshold and stepped up to the gigantic metal chair, it sat there, looming over her like it knew a secret that she didn't’t. She was now halfway through the room where so many prisoners had met their early demise. Out of the corner of her eye she could swear she saw a person watching her from the adjoining glass window. She tried to pay no attention to it, after all, it wasn't’t unexpected in this place.
In just a few more seconds she was at the door. Her hand grasped the knob tightly as she turned it.
“Oh please be a way out”, she whispered to herself.
But unfortunately for her it wasn't’t. The room she walked into was the main hall. That was were the prisoners awaiting death had there last meal. It had a huge table in the center, with beautiful dining chairs all around it. And on the table was all of the teams equipment. There, sitting at one of the man computers was the tech guy Danny.
“Danny!!!” she yelled, as she ran up to him, “Something horrible had happened”.
Danny just stared at his computer. He didn't’t even act like he saw her.
“Danny.....Danny are you okay?” she asked as she shook him.
Only to find that he slumped over onto his keyboard when she did. She screamed at the top of her lungs, she had been doing a lot of that today. She tried to lift his head up to see if maybe he was just unconscious. But it was to no avail, he didn't’t wake up. She ran a hand over her forehead. She had to get a grip. She had to control her thoughts. But all she could think was that she had to get out of there. She ran out of the room as fast as she could, leaving poor fated Danny’s corpse behind.
She ran to a nearby door and when she went through it she was back in another hallway
“Oh God is this ever going to end?!?!” she yelled.
Every hallway in the horrible place looked the same. The only real way to tell them a part was the cell numbers. She had to do something, so she began to run down the corridor. That’s when she began to feel it again, a person behind her. From her peripheral vision she could tell that it was a man.
“So I’m not crazy, there is someone there”, she thought.
She started to run faster, thinking maybe she could outrun whatever it was. But it was no use, the thing seemed to be racing her. Then she felt something knock her on the back of the head.....hard.
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