The third floor staircase creaked with every step.
The air grew colder.
By the time he reached the top,his breath was visible.
That made no sense.
It was summer.
The corridor stretched long and dark.Doors lined both sides.
All locked.🔒
All dusty.
Except one.
ROOM 27
It's door was slightly open.
The dragging sound came from inside.
Raghav hesitated.
Then pushed the door. 🚪
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