The room

The steps after him were disappearing in a dark flog: there isn´t another way to follow. The men touched the door with precaution and repugnance; it seamed builded a lot of years ago from organic materials mixed with ground, stones, perhaps blood? When the thin man pushed the door it squeaked and he came in a strange room. There he had an unplaisant feeling and suddenly he understood why: there isn´t any noise, the silence was absolute; he cried but the sounds didn´t come out: he panicked. Few minutes after, he relaxed a little and saw the room, now felt something else more distressing than the silence: the walls, the floor and the roof made strange angles without relations to human patterns. Then the thin man fell over.