The Dungeon of Despair (phantoms lair)

Forgotten

The dark, dank, and dull walls stare back at you with disgust. From the start, you realize that you are not supposed to be here… that no one is supposed to be here. A stench of dried out food and wood fills your nose and mouth. Old books and scripts lie on the ground. The cold floors bring no welcome from down below. The phantom’s lair, the phantom’s “dungeon of despair”.

Foot steps hurry down the dusty, creaky stairs! But no one is there, just the sound of whatever tormented thoughts hide here. For no one has been here for… years. The emptiness can be felt in your bones, in your thoughts, in your steps…

In the center of this cavernous room, stands an old, cobweb-covered organ, the plugs and pipes holding rat villages. A chair, once brown, is white from wear. Dust covers the floor, turning it pale-brown. But no foot-prints. A mirror covered in dirt sits on a table. At the edge of the room, a throne sits . Only an owner-less mask lies in it. Dark shadows loom here, this is not a happy place, you know that much. Someone, and not just anyone, has been here.

The Phantom, or whatever is left of his presence, is in that chair. This is  no place for the living, its a “dungeon of despair”.

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One thought on “The Dungeon of Despair (phantoms lair)”

  1. Nice story. Very descriptive, readable and entertaining. I really got caught up and had the feeling it was part of a bigger story with more to come. You could be a novelist!

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