David stepped out of the car and into the stillness of the night.
He walked toward the elevator from the parking lot.
After pressing the button for the 8th floor, he started checking his phone.
The elevator hummed quietly. When it stopped and the doors opened, he stepped out and made his way to the front door.
Something felt… off. A flicker in his gut, a whisper of wrongness. He tried to ignore it.
Keys jingled in his hand as he unlocked the door. It swung open with a slow creak. The silence inside was unnatural—dense, almost suffocating. No hum from the fridge. No flicker of the TV. Just… silence.
Something was wrong.
Blood streaked across the floor. Small objects were scattered in chaotic disarray.
He stepped inside, gently closing the door behind him. The air felt colder than it should have. He reached for the old baseball bat propped beside the shoe rack—just in case.
Each footstep echoed as he crept down the hallway. His heartbeat thudded louder with every step.
Then he saw it.
The bedroom door, slightly ajar. A faint silver glow leaked out through the crack.
He pushed it open.
Moonlight bathed the room, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The curtains fluttered slightly from the breeze.
And then—his world stopped.
Emily lay on the floor.
Naked.
Covered in blood.
Her eyes stared blankly into nothing.
Beside her stood a man. Silent. Still. Gripping a bloodied bat.
Another body sprawled near the bed—face down, unmoving.
David's breath caught in his throat. Everything stopped for a moment. Then a memory flashed through his mind.
Then—darkness.
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Silence.
Then breath.
David gasped.
He blinked, disoriented, as his vision returned. His hands were stained red. He was now standing where the man had been, the baseball bat in his hand. The room was the same—but different.
Only one body remained—the man from before.
He was no longer standing.
Dead.
The other man… gone.
David's skin prickled. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
The air behind him shifted.
He turned.
Someone stood there.
Motionless.
Watching.
It was him.
Same face. Same eyes.
And no emotion at all.
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End?