"Ha ha ha!""Kiera, don't run! We're best friends!"Jenna's eerie, singsong voice chased me through the dark, a ghostly whisper right at my back. I ran, lungs burning, the sound of her laughter scraping against my nerves. Her hair slithered through the air behind me, a living, predatory thing."Laugh all you want, you psycho!" I snarled over my shoulder, not breaking stride.Then I saw him. A familiar silhouette ahead, illuminated by a sliver of moonlight filtering through the trees. The Resort uniform. Server #2.Just like the first one, his face was a mask of wrongness. None of the daytime cheer remained. His eyes were empty pits, and when they landed on me, a flicker of pure, unadulterated malice crossed his features. He didn't approach to help. He walked toward me with the deliberate pace of a hunter."Guest," he called out, his voice a parody of hospitality. "Nighttime roaming is strictly prohibited. Haven't you read the rules? Violations require... punishment." He said the last
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