Trying to document it
Kevin extended his phone cautiously over the escalator, angling it downward to film. The screen showed only flickering bulbs and restless shadows. He squinted, desperate for movement. The escalator clanked beneath him, unnervingly alive. His pulse thundered as pixels shifted—something stirred below. Just as the image flickered clearer, his damp grip betrayed him. The phone jolted violently in his trembling hands.
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