The Corridor Dare.

I looked deep into the beam of that long, dark corridor, my heart pounding as I shone the flashlight down its length. The beam was strong, but not strong enough to light up the far, distant end. I swung the torch back and forth. The light picked out odd shapes here and there as it struck the walls a little nearer to me- a door half off its hinges, a wrecked light dangling from the dirty ceiling. Further down, I could make out the remains of an old chair. Pieces of broken glass sparkled for a moment in the light.

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