"Come on in," the staff member announced, stepping aside from the split curtains that fluttered eerily with the draft coming through, revealing a pitch-black corridor. Screams echoed intermittently, making Leda swallow hard and tighten her grip on Roseanne's hand, hesitatingly stepping inside.

Almost dragging her along, Roseanne couldn't help but chuckle at Leda's timidity. "We could always bail, okay?"

"No way! We're already here!" Petrified yet unwilling to admit it, Leda bravely pulled Roseanne forward.

Suddenly, a ghastly figure jumped out.

"Ah! Anne, help me!"

Murray whipped around, sure he'd heard someone call out Anne?

But a glance around yielded no sign of the familiar face, causing him to frown in frustration.

Millie clung to him with a look of utter fear. "Murray, I'm scared. You'll protect me, won't

back to reality,

ahead on her own. When a ghostly figure, its face half-peeled and blood-streaked, suddenly appeared, Millie screamed in

is it gone, Murray?" Millie stammered, with her face buried

her back dismissively.

couldn't understand how anyone could be scared by such amateurish attempts at

of her, especially when he'd been eager to move on? "Murray?" Millie looked up, catching the fleeting

we continue?" Murray suggested,

in a coffin sent her into a panic, causing

toward the exit, but once she passed through, the door shut

eyes with a coffin-dwelling NPC whose tongue prop comically fell out, eliciting a mix of pity

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