Touch Me And You're Dead[English]
In my panic and desperation, I found myself hugging the leg of what appeared to be their boss, clinging to him like a child to a parent.
"Don't leave me here! I'm afraid of ghosts!" I cried out, my voice muffled against his leg.
The sight of those bodies, the reality of violent death, had shattered what little composure I had left. In my traumatized state, the dead men seemed like they might rise at any moment, seeking revenge on the living.
"Fuck," the man cursed, rubbing his temples in obvious irritation. I didn't let go of his leg, my grip tightening with my fear.
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