• Don't go into the dungeon after midnight. That was the warning I foolishly didn't listen to. Did I believe in the myths of Hell's Dungeon? No, that was before my night in hell.

    It was well past midnight when I awoke. Alone, in the dark, in the dungeon. Why am I here, I wonder. Oh, yeah the dare, to spend the night in Hell's Dungeon.

    "I hate you Amy!" I screamed when my beam of light hit the face of the wax executor. His eyes were so life like; they had an evil glare and looked like he had picked his next victim. It looked like he was breathing, slowly, just slightly moving. It must just be my nerves getting to me I think.

    I finally tore my eyes from the glare of the wax figure. I look around the room and saw a stairway leading upstairs. As I walked up the stairs a frozen, dead smell filled the air. It must be mold; all old places like this have mold. After what seemed like an hour I made it to the door. As the knob turned in my hand it fell out.

    "Great, how am I to get out now?"

    Thump! I slammed foot into the door as hard as I could and the door squeeked open. The beam of light swiped the floor of the hallway. The hallway was thick with darkness. Happy I had a flashlight to see in this eerie darkness I creeped down the hallway. Realizing that I was in the are with the bedrooms I peered into each room. There was a silence in all the bedrooms, a silence I've never heard, the silence of death.

    Down the hallway I found a blood-red door. I've heard from some that the most gruesome deaths happened behind a blood-red door. The blood-red door led to the library. Reaching slowly for the knob I saw a blood-red liquid seep through the doors. I dropped my flashlight and ran for my life. Running through the dark I found my way back to the dungeon, where someone was waiting at the bottom of the stairs for me…

    It was the executor not wax but a tall man in a mask with an evil glare in his eyes. Now I believe every thing I was told about this place. I'm a fool and now I'm alone in the dungeon with a mad man with an ax.

    Running wildly around the room looking for a door, I think great the flashlight is upstairs. Then I heard a low, evil, laugh. He grabbed me from behind. His laugh was so cold it sent chills running up my spine. I passed out.

    When I awoke I was tied to a table. Next to me sat a gun with two bullets. I looked puzzled then I saw him…

    The executor stood next to me. He spoke in a very deep voice.

    "Sara I told you I wanted to be with you forever now we will be."

    "Who are you?" I asked

    His masked slipped off and his liquid-brown eyes filled with anger.

    "You left me to be with that Nick guy. I told you he would hurt you and he did, didn't he?"

    "How did you know that he left me after a week?"

    "I was watching you. I loved you too much. I couldn't stay away. Sara."

    "But why, Mark?"

    "I care too much about you. Now you and me will be together forever after tonight." He had a sad smile on his face. "We will be together in death."

    That was what the gun is there for. I figured out his plan. He was going to kill me, then shot himself.

    "Why, Mark? Dose it have to be this way?"

    "Yes, if I let you leave then you might leave me again."

    "I'm sorry." I said. "Please, I'm really sorry."

    "No it has to be this way."

    Then with a grim look at me he loaded the gun with the two bullets.