Not alone
The journal had warned her: she wasn’t alone. Standing before the wardrobe, Lilly felt the truth pressing in on her. This closet wasn’t just furniture — it was the place she’d been led to. Her body quivered as she pressed her face fully against the slit. Raising her flashlight higher, she tilted the beam into the dark interior, every nerve in her body screaming at once.
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