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Started January 15, 2019 by @Knight-Shives group

tune

His heart raced, his blood rushed, his nerves where everywhere, he was slightly scared.

He was in a dark and dank tunnel that was very cold and dimly lit by a torch even though the entrance was behind him and he could feel the last warmth of the sun's rays hitting his back.

The path ahead seemed ominous, he was starting to have second thoughts.

"Second thoughts are for the weak and people who have Facebook accounts," his mother had always said, so he took a deep breath, and continued forward into the dark.

As he stepped forward he noticed that the tunnel had a distinct smell, one that made him gag as he kept his cautious pace.

Was that…his ex-girlfriend's perfume?

It couldn't have been, as she had passed away before she even knew that this place existed.

He wiped away a tear—that god-awful smell and always made his tear up as badly as if he were cutting onions and inch away from his face.

"Focus and relax; you can do this."

Just then, there was a deep rumble, and the very air around him seemed to ripple.