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I put my phone in the workers hand, I knew the drill now.

I stepped inside.

The door slammed behind us.

Darkness swallowed everything.

“Oh, fuck.”

I laughed, reaching blindly until my hand found his arm.

“Scared?”

“Shut up.” he says.

A light flickered overhead.

We were standing in what looked like an old kitchen. Rusted pans hung from the ceiling. Bloody hand prints covered the cabinets. Something that looked disturbingly like a human sat beneath a stained sheet on the table.

I stared at it.

“That’s moving.” I say.

“No, it’s not.”

“It literally just moved.”

The sheet flew off.

I screamed.

My friend grabbed me as a woman launched herself off the table, shrieking in our faces.

We stumbled to the open door off the kitchen laughing, my heart pounding.

“Okay.” I gasped. “That one got me.”

“Got you? You almost climbed inside my shirt.”

“Don’t get too excited.”

“Too late.”

I shoved him.

“Well, this has certainly made you more chatty.” he says while grinning.

I grin as he grins.

Then something moved behind him.

My smile disappeared.

At the end of the hallway stood a man.

Black clothes.

Masked face.