The Phantoms Lair
Photo Credit: Simon & His Camera via Compfight
I stumbled into that dreadful lair, and immediately I was hit by a wave of pure stench. A low fog covered the ground, cracked skulls and dead mice were everywhere. The ground was wet and slippery with some kind of slime. I thought I heard ghosts howling in the distance, a cold chill shot down my spine. I continued down the disturbing path.
I could see a chair or something further ahead, but it was too dark. I walked a little closer, and a disgusting sight appeared there was half a mask laying on the floor and a man weeping. I went and hid behind a rock to get a closer look without him seeing me. He turned around, half his face was twisted and burned. The other part was fine, when they said the phantom was a horrible person, I didn’t think he’d be as bad as what they said. But now he seems a whole lot worse then what they said.
I couldn’t take it any more I jumped up and sprinted back the way I came, but the trail was a long one. The phantom was catching on me and I slipped on the gross slime, he jumped on me and I saw everything. The face was twisted and disturbed, but deep inside his eyes you could see years of being tormented and hated. I kicked him off of me, and with all the strength I had claimed back through the mirror and thought. What had made him that way?