Locked In

 She locked the door, the quiet room her only refuge from the world. The soft hum of the lamp lulled her into a fragile sense of peace. Then, faintly, the sound of breathing came from the darkest corner. 'Who's there?' she whispered, her voice trembling. A cold voice replied, 'You locked me in with you."

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