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The voice said again. It sounded… Like him. Exactly like him. … His hand began to shake. “This isn’t real…” he whispered. But the voice didn’t stop. “Open it… I’m waiting…” … Something inside him said: Don’t do it. But curiosity… Was stronger. Slowly… He turned the handle. Click. The door opened. … Nothing. The hallway was empty. Dark. Silent. David frowned. “There’s no one here…” He stepped outside. Looked left. Looked right. Still nothing. … Then— SLAM! The door