First and Second chances
If they didn’t want me hearing, they might as well have used mind-link—but no, this was far too obvious.
I hurried into the locker room and changed as quickly as possible. Just as I was about to step back out, the space suddenly felt much darker. The air grew heavy, thick, painful to inhale. I felt watched. I struggled with the door, but it wouldn’t budge. The darkness thickened, and a smell reached me—the scent of death and decay. Panic surged as I tried to escape, yet the door remained stuck. And then I saw it. Someone—or something—stood at the far end of the room. The only visible feature was a pair of eyes, red as fresh blood, fixed on me. Eyes clearly relishing the fear they inspired. I