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Sinistar

"He opened the door, slowly, but not so slowly as to start the rusty hinge ringing like the last entrance he crept through.  As his head edged in, the warm burst of foul air hit his face like an un-fightable current, followed by the pungent, sour smell of rotting meat.
His immediate response to pull away was soon overtaken by curiosity, when he heard a low guttural clicking from inside the repulsive room.
Taking two slow steps inward, feeling as though his heart pumping his blood was a conscious decision, he heard the sound stop.
Immediately the reverse effect took place and his heart was beating a thousand miles a minute. 
He strained his eyes to peer ever deeper into the dimly lit hallway, before realizing the light was slowly fading.
Slowly he watched as his last bit of comfort in this world dissipated, and was left uncomfortably alone in the complete darkness.
Clenching onto his hearing, he stood like a statue in the abyss, waiting for any sound to relieve him of his uncertainty.
After what seemed like an eternity in the swallowing silence, his heart finally started to ease the tempo.
Feeling the hardened clay of terror break away from his muscles was a wash of comfort, even in the darkness.
He was starting to believe he could turn back, until his neck hairs stood at attention, because his nostrils were met with the sudden smell, of rotting meat."

Bad Feeling

Down Again

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