Chapter 50 Hey Buddy

• The musty dull smell of rusted irons plunged into the humid air that was hardly finding its way into the dark basement. Droplet of water fell into the huge drum at the right side of the room at some minute’s interval and it could be heard from a pretty far distance thanks to the total state of silence the small square room was.
• The huge metal door made a scrapping noise as it opened slowly on its giant hook to give way to whoever pressed the open button from the other end.
• “Hey buddy, miss me?” the old voice croaked alongside each step the speaker took down the noisy stairs.