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Chapter #4
A New Face
by: kurt
As you descend further you start to notice the formation of ice on the walls and the roof.
"Where the fuck am I heading." you think as you snuggle deeper into your coat.
A wind starts to pick up and whistle around your ears, bringing with it the strains of the saxaphone music you heard earlier. The music is strange yet somehow familiar. Your not to sure if it's some old tune that you have heard before.
The wind picks up and as it does the saxaphone gets louder. The stairwell is still descending downwards with no sign of ending.
"This is getting just a bit to crazy." you mutter to yourself.
"Oh. You get used to it."
Spinning around you stare at a small girl who has appeared behind you apparently out of nowhere. In her hand is a small beat up rag doll, its left arm missing.
"Can I come to mister, I've lost my mum and I can't find my way home."
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