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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.
*THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GORE (AND PERHAPS, HORROR). I FEEL IT IS IMPORTANT FOR EVERYONE THAT WANTS TO ENJOY THIS BOOK TO READ THAT PART, SO HERE Y'ALL GO...*
When the trio turned around to run up the ladder to escape the horrid howls that echoed louder and louder with each passing second in the dreary tunnel, Wilkes was at the front; a victim of circumstance, Trisha was pressed in the middle and behind her was Harold who was hastening behind them as fast as his legs could work.
They panted as they sped down the strange cavern but didn't stop for a split second. Their faint flashlights swayed left and right—in their pallid hands with a beam as faint as that of a faraway lighthouse. They needed no diviner or soothsayer to tell them that they'll all be completely off in a matter of minutes.
“Turn off your torches!” Wilkes shouted. His voice echoed in
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