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Chapter 50 – The Voice at the End of the Hallway

Author: Asmara_Nyx
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-06 23:31:16

Alika's POV

There are corridors in this house that were never meant to be walked.

Not because they are forbidden.

But because they do not obey the rules of space.

Of time.

Of self.

---

I didn’t remember waking up.

I only remembered the dark.

And the hallway.

Longer than it should have been. Angled slightly, like a spiral unraveling inward. Lit by nothing except the faint blue glow of moonlight seeping through cracked wallpaper, and the persistent drip… drip… drip… of unseen water.

I had followed the sound.

Until I heard something far worse.

A scream.

My scream.

Coming from the other end of the hallway.

But I hadn’t screamed.

Not yet.

---

I stopped walking. My breath caught in my throat.

It wasn’t just the sound of me screaming.

It was my exact voice. Same pitch. Same cadence. S
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