The hallway twisted around me, stretching and tightening like it was alive. My lungs burned, legs screaming with each step, but the sound behind me didn’t stop.
It was faster now — wet, heavy thuds mixed with that awful dragging.
My phone buzzed again, though I didn’t remember picking it back up. The screen flickered, barely visible in the pulsing red light that filled the hall.
A new message.
"Almost there."
Almost where?
Ahead, a door appeared — smooth black metal, nothing like the rotting wood of the last one. My heart slammed against my ribs. I sprinted toward it, ignoring the burn in my legs.
The sound behind me surged, too close. I didn’t dare look back.
I hit the door full force. It didn’t budge.
My phone buzzed again.
"Knock."
I didn’t want to. My body shook, every instinct screaming not to listen. But my hand moved on its own, like something else was controlling me.
I knocked.
Once.
Twice.
The sound behind me stopped.
Silence.
Then, the door clicked open — not in front of me.
Behind me.
My stomach dropped. My phone vibrated one last time.
"Wrong door."
Before I could turn, cold fingers wrapped around my neck.
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