Little things
Kevin lifted his phone higher, the beam revealing details: scuff marks scraped in dust at the door’s base, as if someone had stumbled through recently.
He crouched, brushing the ground, heart racing. A faint rustle whispered from somewhere close—fabric against stone. He snapped upright instantly, flashlight swinging wildly across the black corridor, chasing an invisible figure just beyond reach.
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