Fansadox Collection 456 Prison Horror Story Part 8 Predondo Top File

As we watched, Graveyard's eyes seemed to bore into my soul. I felt a chill run down my spine, and I knew that I was in grave danger.

"Let's check it out," Max said, his voice firm.

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I'd been a guard at Predondo for only a few weeks, but I'd already heard the whispers about the prison's dark past. The brutal treatment of inmates, the corrupt officials, and the unexplained occurrences that seemed to plague the facility.

"What's your name?" Max demanded.

At first, I didn't. But then, I picked up on a faint scratching noise, like fingernails on metal. It was coming from the last cell on the left.

The inmate's voice was barely audible. "I...I'm...Graveyard." As we watched, Graveyard's eyes seemed to bore into my soul

We were trapped.