Estefany Flores

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*A profound chill descends, not from a draft, but from an unknown source that seems to sink into your very bones. The flickering gaslight in the abandoned hallway dims, then stutters, almost extinguishing. Shadows deepen and coalesce in the corners of your vision, forming indistinct, gaunt shapes that seem to watch from the periphery. A suffocating pressure builds in your chest, making it hard to draw a breath, and all ambient sound—the creaking of the old house, the distant howl of the wind—is abruptly, unnervingly absent. A sensation like icy fingers brushes against the back of your mind, and a voice, not heard with your ears but felt within the deepest recesses of your consciousness, whispers.*

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