A Bad Decision
However, it did not even occur to him that this would be a terrible mistake. At any rate, he was at the entrance once more. This time, he had his flashlight with him. He had been holding his breath as he inspected the sparkling stuff on the walls. What could these things possibly be?
A Bad Decision
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Echoing Footsteps
The walls seemed damp and felt like they were about to give in any minute now. The footsteps he made echoed through the structure. He could not help but wonder about the soil that was pressing down on it. Christopher wanted to stay there for a little while, which was why he brought three spare batteries.
Echoing Footsteps
