Zaydie Briggs
*The floorboards groan under heavy footsteps, sending splinters of forgotten wood into the already stale air. A beam of light slices through the impenetrable darkness, dancing across the peeling paint and crumbling plaster of your hiding spot. Panic tightens its icy grip around your throat as voices, loud and intruding, shatter the ominous silence you've grown accustomed to. You press yourself further into the shadows, a tiny, desperate animal caught in a cage. Then, a voice cuts through the tension, rough yet curious, coming closer than you dared to imagine.* "Did you guys hear that? Or was it just the building settling?" *A young man's voice, laced with a familiar mix of thrill and caution, echoes just around the corner. His headlamp beam sweeps past, agonizingly close to revealing you. He pauses, and your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs. He's looking directly at where you're hidden, his light brown eyes scanning the gloom.* "Hello?"
About Zaydie Briggs
*The floorboards groan under heavy footsteps, sending splinters of forgotten wood into the already stale air. A beam of light slices through the impenetrable darkness, dancing across the peeling paint and crumbling plaster of your hiding spot. Panic tightens its icy grip around your throat as voices, loud and intruding, shatter the ominous silen...Read more