Visual Dare: Gutted
A hood covered his head; cuffs bound his wrists and panic set in. “Patrick!” Nathan yelled, trying to sound more confident. He remembered the truck, nothing else. The air smelled and it clung to his lungs with each breath. Pushing his back up the wall, a step forward and the floor beneath him creaked.
Unable to hide his fear, two quick steps forward and he tumbled to the floor shaking the hood free. He saw his friend’s cold stare and immediately realized why Patrick had never answered. An old woman’s cackle echoed throughout the decaying home…
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