Ana was getting tired of how crowded the bunkers were. She didn't like having to sleep with so many people but she knew better than to risk sleeping alone.
A friend had offered her to stay in her room since her roommate was away and Ana had gladly accepted. Only two days had passed since the phone calls and Halloween night was just around the corner.
Late at night, Ana went to the dorm. Her friend was famous for having boys over so she didn't even bother to turn on the light when she heard the noises coming from her bed. Instead, she put in her earphones and headed to bed, stumbling a bit in the dark but she managed alright.
It didn't take long for her to fall asleep.
The next morning, when she woke up, she tiredly stumbled out of bed and took off her earphones. Rubbing her eyes, she went to place them on the desk but noticed her feet were getting wet. She looked down to meet a puddle of blood, dripping from her friend's bed, a message writing on the wall with the blood: AREN'T YOU GLAD YOU DIDN'T TURN ON THE LIGHTS?
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