"Come on in," the staff member announced, stepping aside from the split curtains that fluttered eerily with the draft coming through, revealing a pitch-black corridor.
Screams echoed intermittently, making Leda swallow hard and tighten her grip on Roseanne's hand, hesitatingly stepping inside.
Almost dragging her along, Roseanne couldn't help but chuckle at Leda's timidity. "We could always bail, okay?"
"No way! We're already here!" Petrified yet unwilling to admit it, Leda bravely pulled Roseanne forward.
Suddenly, a ghastly figure jumped out.
"Ah! Anne, help me!"
Murray whipped around, sure he'd heard someone call out Anne?
But a glance around yielded no sign of the familiar face, causing him to frown in frustration.
Oblivious to Murray's distraction, Millie clung to him with a look of utter fear. "Murray, I'm scared. You'll protect me, won't you?"
Murray snapped back to reality, offering a noncommittal grunt.
The darkness was broken only by intermittent red lights. Millie clung to Murray's arm for dear life, too terrified to venture ahead on her own.
When a ghostly figure, its face half-peeled and blood-streaked, suddenly appeared, Millie screamed in terror, refusing to let go of Murray.
"Is it... is it gone, Murray?" Millie stammered, with her face buried in his chest.
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