Before DNA

leaves grew louder as the near gale blas

with a rattling creak, and whispers boomed into his ears at once. Wondering what was going o

ward the washroom such that he was choking. Gazing bewilderedly at th

h

s spinning and he was overwhelmed mostly by the whispers which s

r real? Or was his imaginat

owly again. Breathing shakily, he stood a few extents away from the washroom. Initially, he thought the whispers were coming from there until

ight now, even though he had not opened the door wide, he wasn't su

en and angled fingers encircled his right ankle tightly and yanked him violently such that he fell at once. To Clayton, these actions were happening

mp hand was dragging him down into a bottomless pit. Once his eyes open

the f*ck

Who the f*ck are you?" He let out a terrific cry, but there was no response. He could only hear his voice echoing a

ng into the dark, he saw a closed casket. Although he didn't see anyone, the whispers seemed to be coming from there and

pulled him faster and his heart raced ha

ing to fall

ffing out of the casket. Now, he was almost appro

hud against the bloody floor, close

hin hand with dirty long nails erupted from the casket. The hand wriggled its fingers bri

le coughing dryly with one hand on his che

n seeing...the monster. He sat up immediately and shifted away, wondering and feeling like he was in a diff

sket. It was squatting as though it was about to attack him. He couldn't see any further because of the smoke flam

hear moaning

" A soft voice

minding the monster with him, he flipped with fear and curiosi

veered around instantly again and was ast

..come

errified and curious altogether, he took a few steps forward. As he g

re crossed over her belly. Though he was terrified and about to urinate into his pants, he observed the weirdo's features. She had black, long, and

Was she

g, throwing him off balance. He almost c

d remained in the air. Its hair was swinging back and forth while the wind was blo

upon seeing the gory demon in the air, confronting him. In a blink of an eye, the ghas

his voice as he felt the nails striking his bones wh

hen it opened its mouth and raised one hand over him, it wanted to attack him.

ing cold sweat off his face with his damp bedsheet, he looked

en dreaming a

minated. Then he picked up his wristwatch which was ticking softl

pain around his neck and a sliding sensation. Then he placed his trem

happening on his neck, through the mirror on the wall. He turned on the tap and

d looked in the mirror to see how deep the injuries were. He t

but didn't hear anything else, so he faced the mirror again. But this time, that same ghastly cr

ile his lips dropped. Terror glimmered in

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