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<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> You close the chest and exit the attic. Sure, the dark sucks, but you got some seriously bad vibes from that chest and its contents. Besides, dolls really freak you out and is the tiny light of a candle really worth it?

No way,

you think.

"Hello," a voice says from the living room, and you nearly jump out of your skin when you see a shadowy figure a few feet away. But then you recognize the outline – it's your friend.

"Oh my god, where have you been? The lights won't turn on, and I've been seriously freaking out!"

"Sorry I'm so late. My head... hasn't felt right all evening," they say, and you notice something weird about their voice. It almost sounds... deeper than usual? The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, but you're not entirely sure why. Your friend takes a step closer, and a patch of moonlight coming in through the window illuminates their face. And their eyes... it's like they changed from their normal color to a strange yellow. And their teeth... Oh god, their teeth. Why are they so pointy?

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<aside> <img src="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> Ask what's wrong with them.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> Run.

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