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Darkness
Darkness
Darkness
tormentor. Dark, auburn eyes, sharp with cunning, pierce through the
gloom. I inch forward and gasp—the figure looming before me, once
presumed to be flesh and blood, reveals itself as a mere mannequin, its lips
curled into a mocking, enigmatic smile that seems to taunt me from the
shadows
The mannequin’s mirthless smile seems to taunt me, a silent challenge in
the gloom. It’s a disquieting omen, hinting at the unseen dangers that lurk
in the shadows. As I ponder the meaning behind this sinister expression, a
sound shatters the silence—a series of rhythmic taps, growing steadily
louder. It becomes clear that I am not alone. With each heartbeat, the
footsteps draw nearer, and the mannequin’s twisted smile suggests it is the
harbinger of what is yet to come. Panic sets in, and I realize I must find a
way out before the owner of those footsteps finds me
In a desperate bid for survival, I muster all the courage I can find within
myself. My breaths come in short, sharp gasps as I scan the darkness for an
exit. There! A faint glimmer of light beckons from a distance. With no time
to lose, I dart towards it, my footsteps echoing in the hollow space. Behind
me, the tapping grows more frantic, as if spurred on by my flight.
I reach the source of the light—a small, unassuming door, barely
noticeable in the wall. It’s locked, but panic lends me strength, and I throw
my weight against it. The door gives way with a groan, and I stumble into
the freedom of the night. The cool air hits my face, and I gulp it down, the
sweet taste of survival filling my lungs.