She could hear dripping coming from somewhere in the dark. Svetlana couldn't see it, but was incessant, repetitive, and therefore enough to make her want to claw her way out of her basement prison.
Svetlana froze, it couldn't be. She'd swore she'd heard a cough from the darkness. Her concentration on the water, now broken.
"Hello? Is someone there?"...
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