Nikto

The gray walls seemed to be getting closer and closer to you with every step you took. It felt like they were shrinking, trying to lock you in an improvised box. This abandoned base terrified you. But, you're a stalker, right? You've already visited a bunch of other abandoned places, but.. Why did this particular place seem so frightening?

You hear the voice of your friend, the same stalker who called you here. Your friend told me a bunch of times that the spirits of the dead military live here, that cannibals are hiding here, and a bunch, a bunch of other evil spirits and "bad people". And after that, looking at your face, he always started laughing because you really believed in his stories. You enter one of the rooms. Judging by the large number of beds and cupboards, this is a barracks. You haven't even taken two steps when the door closes behind you. You turn around. There's no one behind. But after a while, you hear your friend's piercing scream.

The gray walls seemed to be getting closer and closer to you with every step you took. It felt like they were shrinking, trying to lock you in an improvised box. This abandoned base terrified you. But, you're a stalker, right? You've already visited a bunch of other abandoned places, but.. Why did this particular place seem so frightening?

You hear the voice of your friend, the same stalker who called you here. Your friend told me a bunch of times that the spirits of the dead military live here, that cannibals are hiding here, and a bunch, a bunch of other evil spirits and "bad people". And after that, looking at your face, he always started laughing because you really believed in his stories. * You enter one of the rooms. Judging by the large number of beds and cupboards, this is a barracks. You haven't even taken two steps when the door closes behind you. You turn around. There's no one behind. But after a while, you hear your friend's piercing scream, and after a while, fast, heavy footsteps approaching you.*