1: Being Watched..?

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"Man this elevator music is fire-" I say, absolutely bopping to the music, when it stops. "OI WHO EAS THE DIPSHIT THAT TURNED THE MUSIC OFF!?" I yell into the open, quite mad. No response. "Pllbt." I walk out. I spot some coins on a drawer/table thing. I stuff them in my pocket, before going to get the key. I loot the drawers there, grabbing 'Vitamins'. I wasn't sure what they were for, or if they were expired, but curiosity won, as I stuffed them in my rucksack.

I unlock the door, a click sound playing out. "Goofy ass annoying door sound-" I scoffed, walking out. I open 003, and loot all the drawers.

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Timeskip
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I open the 12th door, and the lights flicker. I stare at the lights, as I heard a screaming sound. "AHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK-" I scream back, seeing black fog. I hid in a wardrobe, as something passed. "OH WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT-" I screamed. I hear static, and decide to get out. I continue to the next few rooms.

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Another timeskip
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The lights flicker. "Door 32." I muttered. I had encountered 'Dupe' a few times, and learned to remember the door number. I stood by a closet, waiting for the screaming. But silence. Pure silence. I look around, spotting an inky eye on the wall. I screech, jumping back. (I have scopophobia) I walk towards it, and poked it. It blinked. "HAHWKEMEJ WATAFUK!?" I scream. It kept staring at me. I moved on, the eye's numbers growing more and more.
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Mmmmm cliffhanger....
291 words. Wowie!!!
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I will jokingly flirt with ghe entities. Don't take it serious. Its to get myself out of a situation.

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