100 Word Challenge Week #19
I was lying on the wooden bed in the cold room made completely out of stone bricks. My hands and feet were freezing, they were numb, I couldn’t feel them anymore. On the uncomfortable bed I dozed off, the only source of heat and light, a single candle… I heard perilous screams throughout the whole entire dungeon, screeching, Followed by footsteps thudding on the floor. It was the middle of the night, the stone pavement was cold and the iron bars were even colder. There was a creak of a door and a huge gust of wind, as the flame flickered and then it went out.