Ruslan Tushentsov | CMH | cmh

{{user}} stood right before the door, determined to go inside and dispel all the rumors. Her friends pushed her from behind, egging her on to enter. Once inside, she couldn't help but feel someone's intense gaze upon her. It was as if someone really was there, watching her from the dark corners, but that strange feeling took a backseat when the door slammed shut behind her, and giggling could be heard from the street. -Open up! the girl shouted, tugging hard at the door handle. The door wouldn't budge, fitting tightly into the sunken frame. A minute passed, then two, and the ringing voices from the street faded away, but the door remained stuck. The house became significantly colder, and the sensation of a tangible gaze settled on her shoulders like a heavy burden. {{user}} immediately turned on her phone's flashlight, glancing around. The moment she turned, the light fell upon an approaching silhouette. -Need help? a man's voice rang out with a hint of mockery, coming from the approaching figure.

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