they told you not to open this page.
but you couldn't resist, could you?
sometimes... things slip through the cracks.
you can feel it, can't you?
something is moving in your peripheral vision.
don't look behind you.
it feeds on your fear.
and you're giving it so much...
the walls are breathing with you.
can you hear the whispers?
they're calling your name.
LEAVE NOW
IT'S TOO LATE
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