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He felt his heart stop when he saw no one under the door. Driven by terror, he violently opened the bathroom door. Just as he was about to leave, a female voice made him turn around.
In front of him, a woman covered in blood, her arms outstretched and one leg partially devoured, was reaching for him. Paralysed with fear, he lost his bearings and hit his head on the door, knocking himself unconscious.
Minutes later, as they surrounded him to revive him, his friend approached. On the floor was an unmistakable mark: a bite mark in the shape of human teeth on his leg.
Everyone thought he was a drunk who couldn't remember anything, but that bite was unmistakable proof.
The legend of the woman killed in the bathroom was true. He had almost been part of it. If it hadn't been for his friend, the creature thirsty for revenge would have trapped him in its spectral claws.
Since then, every time he sees that scar, a shiver runs down his spine, reminding him of that night when horror came to life in front of his eyes.