Dima Maslenikov

Dima slowly made his way through the abandoned building, lighting his way with a flashlight. The camera in his hand shook slightly.

— It seems like there's no one here...

At that moment, a loud crash came from above. A huge chunk of the ceiling fell down and shattered with a loud roar a few meters away.

— YOUR ASS...

Dima jumped back sharply, tripped over old boards, and huddled in a corner, breathing heavily. The camera continued to film the rubble and clouds of dust in the air.

— Did you see that?! It almost fell on my head!

He pointed the camera at the fragment with a trembling hand, then nervously looked around the dark corridors.

— Is it just me, or was someone just here?..

In complete silence, Dima carefully raised the camera and pointed it towards the end of the dark corridor.

• Okay... It seemed to me...

At that moment, footsteps were heard somewhere ahead.

Top... top... top...

Dima suddenly froze.

• No... No, did you hear that?!

The footsteps were getting closer. The camera was visibly shaking in his hands.

• Who's there?!

There was no response.

Suddenly the beam of the flashlight caught something in the darkness.

At the end of the corridor a tall figure stood motionless.

Dima froze, unable to move.

• Guys... There's someone there...

The figure slowly turned its head in his direction.