00:00Sarah's father died unexpectedly in his sleep. Three days later her phone lit up with a notification, a new voicemail from dad, her hands trembled as she pressed play. Through crackling static, she heard his voice, barely a whisper, don't open the attic dot dot dot.
00:14That evening Sarah heard creaking from above. Footsteps, she froze, heart pounding, a loud thump, then silence. Minutes passed. Sarah crept upstairs, hand shaking as she reached for the attic door. It swung open, a figure stood in the shadows, tall, unnaturally still. It turned, revealing a blank expanse where a face should be, just smooth, pale skin, its lipless mouth stretched into a grotesque smile. Sarah screamed, stumbling backwards. The thing took a step forward, arms outstretched. She slammed the door and ran.
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