CrystalinRyo

Drip. Drip. Drip. From a crack in the ceiling tainted water drips down into a puddle of black mire. A flickering candle cast shadows upon the bare walls, shadowy figures dance against the dust laden coffins. The sound of your heavy breathing echos in the empty crypt, there is no escape this time. A lone spider drops down and stares at its panic ridden visitor, its eight eyes glistening in the ever changing light. Drip. Drip. Drip. Each water drop a thunder clap as the noise echos into the abyss. It's coming. Drip. It will find you. Drip. No escape. Drip. It's here. And now you can't escape the fear that has you paralyzed, locked deep within y