My Legs Are Jelly And I Can't Stand

Drip.

Drip…

The sounds of water dripping could be heard coming from every part of the restaurant. Water seemed to be flowing on the ground.

Cold wind, which could have come from any part of the restaurant, blew down their necks.

Their surroundings were pitch dark, and they couldn't see anything at all.

Fatty grabbed onto an arm and tensely said, "Boss, I am scared."

"There's nothing to be… scared of?" Colby's voice came from the other side. Even though he tried to sound calm, his voice was quivering.

"Boss, this place has a really bad juju. Where are you guys? Why can't I see you two?" Skinny's voice seemed to come from an even further place.

"Then, whose arm is this?" Fatty was stunned as he suddenly realized the arm that he was holding onto was a little too thin. Skinny was thin, but this arm felt like… only bones!