Another short story I wrote in Writing 12
He walked down the cold, damp stairwell. The shadows closed in all around him. He did not know how he came to be there, nor where he was headed. It became darker, and darker, until finally the hall opened up into a dimly lit corridor, slightly larger than the hallway. He saw light at the far end of the tunnel. He celebrated that he had finally made it out, but as he approached the light, a blood chilling sight lay at the root of it. A small girl, with auburn coloured hair stood there with a candle in her hand. She wore a pink summer dress, odd attire for this hellish place. She beckoned him with her hand and he followed in turn. As he followed the strange girl through the labyrinth of hallways, he felt a sinister presence that permeated the place. He regretted the decision to follow the girl, but he could not turn back now for he was more lost than before. Some manner of corruption was forcing him to continue. They came to a stop where the hallway did not continue. The girl turned to the man, held out her arm and pointed to the dead end ahead. There, on the floor was a pile of bones, bones that undoubtedly belonged to the little girl. Those bone were the last things he ever saw, for he had come to the dead end and now he too, like the child, was cursed to lead others to the dead end forever...
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