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The police took away several residents, including Mr. Chen. As he was led away, his eyes were filled with hatred and fear, locked onto me and Lu Fan, as if issuing a final warning: "You will regret this... The thing you have awakened will not let you go easily..."
His voice sent chills down my spine, but I tried my best to avoid looking at him. I knew that the shadows of this building had already etched themselves deeply into our hearts, and even if we left, we would not easily escape them.
That night, Lu Fan and I packed our bags, preparing to leave the building. We decided to move out first thing in the morning, giving ourselves no chance to look back. However, in the dead of night, I suddenly heard that familiar whispering again.
The voice was clearer than ever, as if it were right next to me. I couldn't control myself; it felt as though some force was pulling me toward the end of the hallway. In the darkness, that place seemed even more sinister than usual, and I felt a cold chill creeping up my spine.
"Shen Jing, what are you doing?" Lu Fan suddenly appeared behind me, his voice filled with urgency pulling me back from my trance.
I snapped back to reality, realizing I was standing at the end of the hallway, nearly reaching out to touch the door leading to the basement. I took a step back, trembling as I looked at Lu Fan; his face was pale and equally filled with fear.
"We need to get out of here," I whispered, my voice echoing in the empty hallway.
Lu Fan nodded, grabbing my hand as we hurried back to our room and locked the door behind us. That night, we did not sleep at all; we simply sat in silence, waiting for dawn.
Finally, morning arrived. Sunlight streamed through the curtains into the room, dispelling some of the shadows. Lu Fan and I dragged our weary bodies out of the building. We didn’t look back; we just wanted to leave this place filled with terror and despair as quickly as possible.
But even after stepping out of that building, an unsettling feeling lingered in my heart. I knew that those whispers had not truly stopped; they still existed somewhere, waiting for their next awakening.
This story does not have a real ending; the curse of the cult still exists. It lingers like an inescapable shadow forever etched in my memory. Even though we left that building, I knew that dark force might still be watching us, waiting for an opportunity to return.
We moved into a new apartment, and everything seemed to return to normal. However, one night, I heard a faint whispering sound as if it were coming from outside the window. I walked over to the window and saw a vague figure standing quietly on the distant street, looking up at our window. My heart raced as that familiar sense of unease washed over me again. Lu Fan was awakened by my movement; he looked at me with worry written all over his face. We knew that those things had not left; they were still somewhere out there, quietly watching us.
In the following days, we tried to convince ourselves that everything was just an illusion, but those whispers often echoed in the night, waking me from my dreams. I frequently found myself walking to the window in the middle of the night, peering through the curtain's gap to look outside, and I could always see that indistinct figure. It stood in the same spot, motionless, as if waiting for something.
One time, I decided to muster my courage and go downstairs to take a look. I gently pushed open the apartment door and descended the stairs, the night wind blowing against me with a biting chill. In the distance, the street still held only that vague silhouette. I stepped closer, but suddenly it vanished into the darkness as if it had never existed.
Upon returning to the apartment, Lu Fan saw my panicked expression and immediately embraced me. "Shen Jing, we can't keep living like this. We need to find a way to get rid of all this," he said, his voice filled with helplessness and pain. I knew we couldn't continue like this, but those whispers and that mysterious figure felt like a nightmare we couldn't escape.
We decided to seek professional help. I contacted a psychologist familiar with paranormal phenomena, hoping he could offer us some advice. The psychologist arrived at our apartment, looked around, and listened carefully to our descriptions. After a long silence, he finally spoke softly, "This phenomenon may not be simple; it exceeds scientific explanation."
He advised us to remain calm and try psychological self-protection techniques. He taught us methods such as relaxing through meditation and building mental barriers to prevent negative thoughts from intruding.
However, even after trying these methods, things did not improve. That night, I once again heard whispers coming from the end of the hallway. This time the voices were more urgent and clear, as if they were right beside me. I looked at Lu Fan; he had heard them too. We exchanged a glance filled with fear.
"This can't be an illusion," Lu Fan gritted his teeth, anger and helplessness lacing his voice. "We must find a more effective way or leave here completely."
Days later, we discovered strange symbols on the mirror that seemed to have been written with a finger in steam; they reappeared every time after we took a shower. We confirmed with each other that we hadn’t done anything like that, yet those symbols always appeared in the same spots as if conveying some kind of message.
Finally, Lu Fan and I resolved not to let this fear continue to dominate our lives. We decided to leave for good, escaping this place filled with evil forces. On our last night, we packed our bags and looked around the empty room, filled with complex emotions.
Morning sunlight streamed through the window, bringing a false sense of warmth. We pulled our suitcases out of the apartment, ready to leave this nightmare behind. However, just as we reached downstairs, my gaze involuntarily swept toward that dark corner that had made my heart race countless times before.
There stood what seemed to be a figure.
I was frozen, my heart seemingly gripped tightly by a cold hand. Lu Fan noticed my pause and followed my gaze. His face turned pale in an instant. "Shen Jing, don’t look. We need to leave."
I forced myself to look away, but that feeling lingered. As we walked toward the car, it felt as if countless eyes were watching us from the building, whispers echoing in my ears, growing clearer by the moment. It wasn’t an illusion; it was some tangible presence following us, chasing us.
The moment the car door slammed shut, I thought I heard a low, mocking laugh coming from the darkness beyond. Lu Fan started the engine, and I struggled to steady my breathing, but that icy fear didn’t dissipate; instead, it wrapped around our hearts like an invisible chain.
The road stretched out in the morning light as we drove away from the building, but I knew that the real terror hadn’t ended. In the rearview mirror, the building receded into the distance, yet in my mind's eye, a shadow seemed to linger there, watching us, waiting for the day it would return.
Lu Fan held my hand tightly. We exchanged a glance without speaking, yet we read deep fear and helplessness in each other’s eyes. Perhaps those shadows hadn’t truly gone away; all we could do was escape, continue to flee until there was nowhere left to run.
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