Megan's pov
I walked down the long corridor, my footsteps echoing in the stillness. The air was oppressive, a heavy pressure on my chest, making it hard to breathe.
The walls seemed to press in around me, the darkness seeming to loom over me, threatening to swallow me whole. The walls are lined with closed doors, the eerie silence punctuated by the sound of my footsteps.
I felt an overwhelming sense of unease, my mind racing with questions and doubts. I felt a sudden urge to turn and run, to escape from this place. But I forced myself to stay, my curiosity and fear battling within me.
I reached the end of the hallway, my heart pounding in my chest. Before I stood a door, the wood was old and weathered.
I knew, with a terrible certainty, that I had to open the door. I reached out a t
