Feb 26 2018 8 mins 42
Written by Spooky Boo
Original at http://www.scarystorytime.com
Music by Myuu and www.purple-planet.com
EXCERPT:
Jerking my hand back as fast as I could, I fell back into the wall and it creaked opened. I tiptoed inside hoping that maybe this was a new walkway into another room but instead it just led to more doors and it was so dark in the room that I barely see at all. I turned on my flashlight that barely flickered on and I could see there were several doors that I tried yet all of the doors were locked. All, but one. I went inside and found stairs leading down. I didn't want to go down, but it was my only option. I was stuck inside a room that didn't have a way out.
As I continued down the stairs, the room grew colder and the air thicker. I could even see my own breath in front of me. It seemed like hours and hours but I just kept walking until I hit the floor. This room was warmly lit. There was older music playing. Not music like classic rock, but old music from the late 1800s or early 1900s I suppose. I walked around, searching for another door or something but only saw the stairs leading up. Then it appeared again, the mist that led me here.
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Original at http://www.scarystorytime.com
Music by Myuu and www.purple-planet.com
EXCERPT:
Jerking my hand back as fast as I could, I fell back into the wall and it creaked opened. I tiptoed inside hoping that maybe this was a new walkway into another room but instead it just led to more doors and it was so dark in the room that I barely see at all. I turned on my flashlight that barely flickered on and I could see there were several doors that I tried yet all of the doors were locked. All, but one. I went inside and found stairs leading down. I didn't want to go down, but it was my only option. I was stuck inside a room that didn't have a way out.
As I continued down the stairs, the room grew colder and the air thicker. I could even see my own breath in front of me. It seemed like hours and hours but I just kept walking until I hit the floor. This room was warmly lit. There was older music playing. Not music like classic rock, but old music from the late 1800s or early 1900s I suppose. I walked around, searching for another door or something but only saw the stairs leading up. Then it appeared again, the mist that led me here.
Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/spooky-boo-s-scary-story-time-horror-stories-of-sandcastle--2906730/support.
