One night I woke up to find Elena sitting at the foot of the bed just staring at me.

She was holding a pair of scissors.

Her fingers gently brushing the blades.

It's all a bit mad in it.

Elaine was lost the fucking hot.

What are you doing?

I asked my voice trembling.

She smiled, her eyes locked on mine.

I had a dream that you were trying to leave me.

I couldn't let that happen.

Instead of Mickey Mouse's voice introducing the activity I was about to play, something terrifying

happened. My beloved game spoke to me in a demonically creepy voice saying,

Hello, Rachel. The ladder below led to a tunnel that stretched on

for what felt like miles.

At the end, was a heavy iron door

with strange carvings.

As I touched it, my phone buzzed.

A message from void.

They know you're here.

Don't let them in.

Thank you. you're here. Don't let them in. Welcome to episode 11.3.

100, I said. said back. Very good. I hope you've all had to new year. Of ghost hos. Just to case no one knows where the fuck they are or who we are. With me, Hannah Bichkowski. And me, Susie Priest. Do you know what? That gives me the ick as much as it gives you the ick to do creepy the week. We were told that we have to do that, actually. I hate it.

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