Let s call it it
The door creaks as I open it, the thick wood is covered in peeling paint and I ponder briefly that I should put a coat of paint on it. Maybe something bright and cheerful to totally fuck with their minds. Whose minds you are wondering? Well soon you will see.As I step into the room, the light so dim it takes seconds for my eyes to adjust, there is a scr****g noise of metal on concrete. It’s the sound that thick metal chain links make, when they are dragged across the cement. There is also the...