Jake sighed. Checking the paperwork again he confirmed his worst fears. He was in the right place. Taking a key from the file he climbed the short flight of steps and headed for the thick chain padlocking the large stainless steel door handles. The locks offered some initial resistance, but eventually gave way allowing Jake to unwind the rusty chain. He tugged one of the heavy doors, its hinges complaining loudly, as the door scraped against the polished stone floor. Jake squeezed through and pulled it closed behind him, emerging into the deserted foyer. Taken from Death Reel from the Thirteen publications upcoming Anthology Changes (available through Horrified Press)
Posted on: Tue, 04 Mar 2014 12:39:16 +0000
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