And then, the scratching stopped. The silence was more unsettling than the noise had been.
But it was too late. The cellblock was plunged into darkness, and I heard the sound of locks clicking into place.
As we backed away from the cell, I stumbled over my own feet. Max caught my arm and pulled me toward the door. And then, the scratching stopped
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.
"What's your name?" Max demanded.
My partner, a grizzled veteran named Max, nudged me forward. "Time to get moving, rookie," he growled. "We've got a cellblock to inspect."
Max and I exchanged a nervous glance. It was time to get out of there, and fast. The cellblock was plunged into darkness, and I
The inmate's voice was barely audible. "I...I'm...Graveyard."