The Bride
The first scream cut through the air like a banshee's wail, a primal expression of distress that resonated with a haunting intensity.
It clawed at the edges of my consciousness, sending a shiver down my spine.
The second scream followed a desperate plea for a reprieve from the unseen torment within those walls.
As the noise of distress escalated, I banged on the door as hard as I could, blaming myself for forgetting to bring the spare keys with me in times of need.
The screams, now interwoven with the dissonant movement of crashing and cracking, painted a vivid tableau of chaos.
Each crash resonated through the night, jarring punctuation to the screams that seemed to echo in the confined spa
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