Something wet dripped from the ceiling and onto your shoulder.

It was thick and viscous.

You didn’t dare look up.

You heard a low, guttural growl and smelled a foul stench in the air.

You shuddered and closed you eyes, repeating your mantra.

“I live alone. I live alone.”

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