The Guard – Trapdoor
Guards come and go. Prisoners stay. Some stay for life. So when L-wing reopened after thirty years, talk of the prison section being haunted spread faster than chills down a spine. The administration had only been in charge for two years. When they inspected the vacant L-wing it appeared rather clean and organized. The prison was overcrowded and they were pressured to make the move.
Transferring the prisoners was routine and time consuming. At the end of the day, Archer Wakeman, the chief prison officer, retreated to his new office. He noticed a small box on the shelf. As he walked over, he stepped on some loose linoleum tiles that cracked beneath his feet. He grabbed the box and opened it to find a skeleton key. He knelt down on the floor to inspect the cracked tiles with the key in his hand. As he fumbled with the tiles, more came loose. Archer noticed a seam bordered by gold trim. There was a trapdoor. Removing another tile revealed a keyhole. His curiosity overcame his reason as he inserted the skeleton key. The trapdoor dropped about two inches, sending a rush of dust into the air. He was frightened and wiped the sweat off the back of his neck. Archer sneezed not once, but twice. Just as the second sneeze finished he thought he heard, “Blesssss”, hissed by something unknown. Suddenly, the trapdoor slid left. He met the yellow eyes of a sub human creature with pale white skin and sharp bicuspids barely protruding from its mouth. The creature grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him down into the void.