FinaI was back at the crypt again, in the cold air blasting, with the underground silence of the tombs.I was breathing hard as I moved backwards, my flashlight shaking violently in my hand when suddenly someone grabbed me from behind.I screamed.A man stood before me wearing a pig mask, dark and terrifying, his head tilted in a way that made my stomach twist.“No…” I whispered, trying to pull away, he stepped closer.And then he slowly removed the mask, my breath stopped.It was him, the tattooed man from the crypt.His eyes looked darker, almost inhuman as he stared at me.“You should not have come here,” he said coldly.Then blood suddenly started dripping from his hands.I screamed— And my eyes flew open.The curtains had been pulled apart, bright sunlight flooding the room violently.I gasped for breath, chest rising hard as I blinked repeatedly. It was a fucking dream! Rita stood by the curtains with her arms folded, giving me a look that instantly made me uncomfortable.A lo
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