A scream reverberated in the dark abyss of the hallway. Footsteps… There I was hidden behind an ancient wooden cupboard with Paul Pogba’s son. I feared for my life, what if I couldn’t unfasten the boy in time? Adrenalin rushed through my veins.
I tried to remember how I got myself into this mess. It was only 15 minutes ago me and my friends were walking back home when we heard a scream from the abandoned, derelict hospital. A shiver ran down my spine. Curiously, I crept in through the broken window and explored. It was then when I walked past the locked door and I found him. The boy. That was how I got into this mess. I hated how my curiosity took control of me.