- Mar 25, 2014
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”Cyril….” A small, timid voice called out in the musty darkness, ”We really shouldn’t be here….”
A pair of slightly staggered footsteps crushed the fragmented remains of broken glass, echoing silently in the dilapidated building. Standing at the entrance were a pair of conjoined twins, one noticeably tenser than the other.
”Relax. Nobody is going to know we’re here.”
The braver twin lifted up his phone flashlight. The tiny light illuminated the foyer, reflecting off the rusty machinery.
On the edge of the docs lay an abandoned factory. It was an old brewery, rumored to be the island’s largest stocker of potions. According to local history, it was run by a coven of prestigious yet cutthroat witches around the turn of the century. At the peak of its success, it closed down online abruptly. No one knows why, and to this day, it stands. Dilapidated, dangerous, and most definitely off limits.
But, a couple of police warning signs and barbed wire couldn’t stop Cyril. This was a perfect place to loot and smoke. He just hoped goons before him didn’t already take all the cool stuff.
”This is so dope…. You think we’re gonna find ghosts?” He grinned evilly at his brother, who frowned deeply.
”Cut it out! You never know what creeps around this island when-”
Suddenly, the sound of old tools crashed against the floor. Lyric yelped, grabbing onto his brother. In a swift motion, Cyril brandished a small hunting knife that was ultimately useless against supernatural forces.
”Who’s there?! Try me, bitch!”
@Sashi
