you're in the sewers

I was probably in the sewers, the walls were in brownish stone and although I was there there was not a door to go out. In fact, I continued to look around in confusion, realizing that I was not alone. There was a presence barely perceptible for a confused buzz, an undaunted voice continuing to fill my ears, almost coming from any direction. It was useless to look around, I was simply boxed in that room.

<< and freedom living the day said that maybe ... >> what I felt did not make any sense, but at least were the only words I could understand. Then again.

<< ... removing space to drought is not like when ... >> nothing, those words did not make sense, disconnected and confused.

A sense of anxiety struck me, heavily, the four walls seemed to tighten against me, leaving me less and less space. The air was missing, I raised my head trying to breathe slowly.

<< when it takes away that you can >>.

I had enough of that rotten but from what I understood that voice did not come anywhere, it was simply in my head.

<< who are you ?! >> At this point I screamed nervously.

The buzz stopped, everything returned to normal and finally I did not feel more suffocated, the ground had become damp and looking around I noticed that where previously there was nothing, a dark arcade had formed and curved to the left.

I did not know why but I felt that the voice heard before actually came from there, I was terrified at the idea of ​​going, the blood was freezing in my veins but a strong curiosity overwhelmed me.

<< would be a better place if ... >> the voice began to speak but when I went through the small and damp tunnel ...