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John
Oct 21, 2013 15:25:07 GMT -5
Post by soulknight18 on Oct 21, 2013 15:25:07 GMT -5
Then, after a moment of silence, he felt cold water trickle on the top of his head as it rushed through his dry scalp with a chilling tingle. As he looked up to expect a leak from the ceiling do to the rain outside, he soon heard a deep heavey creaking from above him. Then, with a loud snap, the ceiling broke open as a massive flood of water came falling down on him and washing him down the corridor.
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John
Oct 24, 2013 19:11:40 GMT -5
Post by shroomcloud on Oct 24, 2013 19:11:40 GMT -5
John tried to get up but the water knocked him back down.
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John
Oct 30, 2013 2:28:31 GMT -5
Post by soulknight18 on Oct 30, 2013 2:28:31 GMT -5
The water filled the corridor, washing him down through the hall ways rapidly like a rag doll through a river. But then as fast as it began, it instantly stopped. Infact, he was completely dry and had his flashlight in his hand again. It was odd seeing as how just a moment ago he felt like he was on the verge of drowning. After regaining his barrings and back on his feet the beam of his torch caught something written on the wall, a single, simple question that was far too coincidental to be noticed just after his near death experience...in rough, etched out letters it read simply on the damp, musky wall, "Cant swim?"
the words seemed harmless but it left one feeling as if something was taunting him in a way that was most sick and demented.
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