CEILING DEBRIS

You come upon the hole in the ceiling, where part of the ceiling has either fallen in or something has dug through it. You stop to listen for the animal sounds you heard earlier; maybe if whatever critter was up there found its way out, you could too. Instead, as you stare up into the dark crevice whispers reach your ear, whispers about the things you’ve done, the horrid, horrid things and your horrid, horrid lies, and they know, they’ve always known and they’re coming, they will always be coming for you, grabbing, grasping for cold revenge, icy hands reaching for you… You fall back with a gasp. You make a note to avoid that area for the rest of your investigation. You rub at the sensation of frost on your limbs as you hurry away.