

Corridors CorridorsCorridors by ~SDF-of-bc
Before him was a long corridor blue in illumination and freezing, along which a wind blew through it. Even though there were closed doors in the corridor, the chilling wind seemed to pass straight through them. There was a strange sickness in the air, a foul stench of panic and fear. Close to each of the windows lining the corridor stood a figure, each figure black with evil, their faces amounted to nothing, they wore a simple cloak that spread to the floor, just as black as the holes that were their faces. The figures just stood there like lost souls; ever silent, ever standing.
The boy started to walk forward up the corridor; th
