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Chapter 24: The Question Isn't Why

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We headed straight to the supermarket’s stockroom—four of us together. Dust clung to every surface, and there was barely anything left to loot. Good thing each of us had flashlights. The air was cooler here, but the place gave off major creep-factor. Shelves towered around us, packed with cartons.

What if there’s something unpleasant inside those boxes? Or someone?

I aimed my light forward. “Wait, there’s a door here?” I asked, squinting. The two in front nodded. Jet opened the steel door. We stepped inside—and I realized we were in a hidden hallway.

I remembered the stories my classmates told me. This mall was one of the oldest buildings in Woodpine Valley. Old buildings always had secrets: bunkers, basements, passageways. So, secret hallways connecting storage rooms? Not that shocking.

Despite being hidden, the hallway still had power. Red emergency lights cast a dim glow, guiding us through the narrow passage. We took countless turns—left, right, left again. After what felt like th
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    We headed straight to the supermarket’s stockroom—four of us together. Dust clung to every surface, and there was barely anything left to loot. Good thing each of us had flashlights. The air was cooler here, but the place gave off major creep-factor. Shelves towered around us, packed with cartons.What if there’s something unpleasant inside those boxes? Or someone?I aimed my light forward. “Wait, there’s a door here?” I asked, squinting. The two in front nodded. Jet opened the steel door. We stepped inside—and I realized we were in a hidden hallway.I remembered the stories my classmates told me. This mall was one of the oldest buildings in Woodpine Valley. Old buildings always had secrets: bunkers, basements, passageways. So, secret hallways connecting storage rooms? Not that shocking.Despite being hidden, the hallway still had power. Red emergency lights cast a dim glow, guiding us through the narrow passage. We took countless turns—left, right, left again. After what felt like th

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  • Killing Lies (English-Tagalog)    Chapter 19: There's No Rest for the Wicked

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