“Tick-tock, tick-tock—”“Squeak, squeak—”There was no light in the dark basement. It was damp, musty, and reeked of rot. The sound of rats scurrying echoed through the confined space.This basement was nothing like the rest of the Hall villa, it felt ancient, filthy, forgotten.“Alex! Let me out!” Amelia screamed in terror as a dozen rats darted across the cold floor.There were no windows, no light, only the gleaming eyes of rats flashing in the darkness.“You’re scared?” Alex’s cold voice came from behind the door.“Let me out, you bastard!” Amelia shouted, ignoring his tone.She was claustrophobic — she would rather die than stay in a place like this.“When you pushed Jenny down the stairs, did you ever think she’d be scared too?” Alex’s voice was low, cruel, almost demonic — like a whisper straight from hell.The rats scurried faster, their tiny claws scraping against the floor, their breaths quick and damp. Each sound burrowed into Amelia’s ears, amplifying her fear until it be
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