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Have you ever wondered what breaking a bone sounds like?

Me neither.

Trevor, on the other hand, was about to find out.

Step, by step.

One foot slowly after the other.

He creeps further into the basement.

SLAM.

The door shuts behind him.

Urgency takes hold as he races back from whence he came.

He rattles the door to no avail.

Breath laboured, he steadies himself, turns back around and ventures back down into the dimly lit room.

He knew he shouldn’t have come here.

He just knew.

He can still hear Alice’s scream.

He can still feel Tom’s grip slipping from his as he plummets into the darkness.

Now he’s alone, in a basement, going in the one direction that makes the least amount of sense.

Trevor approaches the final step.

pop.

The dim lights go out.

clink.

The glass hits the floor.

“How cliché”

The words escape from his mouth before he can think to stop himself.

His words magnetic,

An invisible hand claws its way through the fabric of the night, scuttering towards him.

He sees nothing.

He hears everything.

Trevor thrashes out into the darkness.

Flailing yet connecting with nothing.

SNAP.

The hand claws itself around Trevor’s thigh gripping deep into his femur.

Trevor screams in agony but his cry is quickly stifled by another hand.

“Shhhhhhh” it rasps.

Through the darkness, Trevor swears he could see a smile.

His vision fades, his extremities numb, the space between his muscles and skin set alight.

‘This is it’ he thinks to himself.

‘This is really how my story ends’.