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Condemned in the ShadowsA house. Gloomy, surrounded by darkness, filled with a frightened aura. The thunder clapping with power. Alone, covered with rain from head to foot, I advance, the gaze plunged into the void, towards the front door where the glass is partly broken. A sizzling sounds behind me. It approaches. Quickly. Fast. Fort. It stops. I stopped, panting heart, my skull being on fire. It come backs. Powerful. I run to the door. I double-locked it shut. He stops. Thunderclap. I collapsed on the floor, looking drained of life. I collapse. The noise comes back, exhausting. It stops. I get up. The darkness welcomes my sight troubled by the tears of fear. The noise! I run. Horrifying. I run and am venturing into the shadows. Sounds all too different from each other resound far from me. Near me. Too close! I run and trip over quickly. The sizzling, this scraping, this metal pursuing me! I get up and run on the stairs that separates from the wall a flash above the deafening thunder. Drums. A clock, a metro