Alex’s POV I was back in my old apartment. The room was dark, and the thick metallic smell of blood lingered in the air like a looming cloud. The lights flickered eerily, as I took a step forward, a shiver ran down my spine. My feet landed in something wet. I swallowed hard, my heart thundering in my chest and I looked down. My breath hitched, eyes rounding as my face turned white. Blood. Blood pooled at my feet, spreading across the room like a slithering disease. Then I saw him. Gerald Hawkins. His empty eyes locked onto mine, his still body twitching to life. Suddenly his hand shot out, grabbing my ankle. I tried to scream, to move, but couldn’t, my body was frozen, paralyzed by fear. His ice-cold fingers dug into my skin with a bruising grip, clinging to me like a man drowning. We began to sink, and he pulled me down with him into the pool of blood. I tried to shake him off, but I only sank deeper, panic surging within me. “Murderer.” He hissed, his face now inches
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