Solitary

<p><em>The heavy footfalls always started at the furthest end the hall. They had an uneven tempo like a song with a heavy swing. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. I’m pretty sure what made the sounds has a limp. The footsteps got louder as they approached my door—much louder than the guards’ footsteps. And here’s the eeriest part: they didn’t echo.</em></p> <ul> <li><strong>https://anchor.fm/thewarningwoods/support</strong></li> <li><strong>www.patreon.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li> <li><strong>www.instagram.com/thewarningwoods</strong></li> </ul> <p>Copyright 2022 Miles Tritle | The Warning Woods Horror Stories</p> <p>Subscribe for more creepy horror stories! Scary stories are released every Thursday at midnight CST.</p> --- Support this podcast: <a href="https://anchor.fm/thewarningwoods/support" rel="payment">https://anchor.fm/thewarningwoods/support</a>