Chapter Twenty-Three
It was very dark inside, with only a small rectangular window to the side, open and letting the cold breeze in, making a shiver run down my spine and my breathing foggy in front of me. I stop moving, but oddly enough not because of something I hear or saw at first, but because of a crawling sensation at the back of my neck, that weird sensation of feeling someone's eyes on you even without looking back, and I already suspect what waits for us from the murderous intent. And yet I wasn't ready for what I saw. That small amount of time that took me to turn my head around was enough that, whatever was creeping around, has climbed up the ceiling and jumped right up at my face, giving me only a glimpse of claws flashing by and razor big teeth approaching my face. I fall down on my back, li
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