It's DailyPrompt by the @daily.prompt, prompt is scrap the bones from the @freewritehouse
In the mild of faint to vacant warehouse, Sarah and Jack very were carefully moved ahead, as their steps were rendered quiet because of the layer of dirt on the ground. A odd feeling beaten them when they arrived on the middle of the hundred-mile lengthy room. All of a sudden, a cold breeze swept throughout them, which put out their most effective supply of mild. This precipitated entire darkness. hands sweating, they groped for their flashlights. looks had been found out by way of the vulnerable beams, wherein they noticed a discern soaring inside the shadows, the gaunt frame, reputedly scraping the bones of forgotten sufferers.