It was eerily quiet that night. As he opened the huge metal doors, Jack heard footsteps. Must be the wind, he thought to himself. He continued walking until he was in a large room, with walls stained by ashy hand prints and blood. As he inspected the hand prints, he noticed that some seemed to be recent. The inmate riot was over a year ago, he thought. How can these new prints be here?
Then he heard a door close behind him. He walked back to the entrance, the doors were shut and a little girl was standing there holding a teddy bear. He asked her where she had come from and why she had closed the doors. The ghostly pale girl looked up at him and he saw her blood red eyes. She pulled out a knife from her teddy bear and began screaming and
Then he heard a door close behind him. He walked back to the entrance, the doors were shut and a little girl was standing there holding a teddy bear. He asked her where she had come from and why she had closed the doors. The ghostly pale girl looked up at him and he saw her blood red eyes. She pulled out a knife from her teddy bear and began screaming and