The Phantom’s Lair

The cave was dimly lit. Shadows danced in the flickering light of an almost burnt out candle. A throne sat off in a corner Studded with precious stones. Skeletons of rodents littered the floor along with the occasional larger pile of something that couldn’t be identified. I swiftly walked trying to avoid them but as I walked the crunching sound made me cringe.

There was something off about this place. Despite the animal remains it was quite neat. Everything in its place and nothing out. Almost too neat…

A swish of a cape out of the corner of my eye let me know that I wasn’t alone. I tried to run but it was too late. I felt the burn of the rope tightening around my neck and then darkness. I guess no one will ever know the secrets of the phantom of the Oprah.

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