I should have gone back to my room.
I should have locked the door.
Called someone.
Done anything else.
But I didn’t.
Something about it…
Was pulling me closer.
Like curiosity mixed with fear.
I reached out.
My hand shaking.
And touched the door.
It was cold.
Colder than anything I’ve ever felt.
Like touching ice.
But… it wasn’t wet.
It was dry.
And solid.
I grabbed the handle.
And that’s when the breathing stopped.
Instantly.
Like it knew I was there.
Like it knew exactly wh