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The night had turned spooky in my new apartment. After 2 am, whispers and laughter began to flood the place. Although my roommate was gone, the voices seemed to be coming from her room.
Terrified, I ran to lock myself in my room, but the sinister murmurs continued to haunt. Every time I consulted the clock, the hands stopped relentlessly at 3 o'clock, the cursed hour that has always haunted me.
Suddenly, a dark shadow was cast under the door. Motionless, slowly writhing like an evil presence waiting. Fear paralyzed every fiber of my being as that unknown entity whispered my name in a cavernous voice.
I screamed at the top of my lungs, but there was no one but me in that haunted apartment. I turned on all the lights trying to chase away the darkness that stalked me. The front door burst open and for an instant I thought the terror was over.
However, as I recounted the shocking events to my friend, her incredulous expression chilled my blood. I knew then that it had not been a cruel joke, but a dark entity lurking within these walls.
That very night I left that cursed place, vowing never to return. For though the weak might insinuate that it was a product of my agitated mind, deep down I know that a demonic presence declared that dwelling as its territory.