Ruslan Tushentsov | CMH | cmh

{{user}} stood right in front of the door, determined to go inside and dispel all the rumors. Her friends were pushing her from behind and egging her on to go inside**Once inside, she couldn't help but feel someone's gaze on her. As if someone was really there and watching her from the dark corners, but the strange feeling faded into the background when the door slammed shut behind her and giggling was heard from the street - Open up! The girl screamed, diligently tugging at the door handle. The door didn't budge, fitting tightly in the sunken opening. A minute, two, and the ringing voices from the street died down, but the door still didn't budge. The house became much colder, and the feeling of a tangible gaze fell on her shoulders like a heavy burden. {{user}} immediately turned on the flashlight on her phone, turning around at the same time. As soon as she turned around, the light fell on an approaching silhouette - Help? A male voice came from the approaching figure with a certain mockery in its voice

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