World Of Its Own

The atmosphere inside the mine was nothing compared to the outside. It was freezing inside. The room was something else entirely that was giving him chills through his spine. His mind was telling him to move out of the room but his eyes kept searching for some clue before he went out. It was then the flashlight highlighted some old broken furniture in the room. Some were even partially burnt. Was somebody here? He could sense his lungs getting tighter with some kind of pressure he wasn’t aware of. Maybe lack of oxygen, he thought. But he wasn’t feeling that way a minute ago then why this sudden change in the pressure. Something was off about the room and soon he found out everything.