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"Jae-ho-yah," the voice came again, sweeter, more insistent. "Don't you love me? Turn around."

Thirty paces. That's when the whispering started. goedam 1

It wasnt words, exactly. More like the shape of words—a rhythm that hinted at a forgotten language. Jae-ho felt the hairs on his arms rise. He told himself it was wind through the broken eaves, but the air was still. Dead still. "Jae-ho-yah," the voice came again, sweeter, more insistent

"Hello?" His voice cracked.

Jae-ho's blood turned to ice water. He wanted to run, but his legs wouldn't obey. The camera feed showed only static now. The flashlight flickered once and died. He stood in absolute darkness, listening to the sound of his own heart hammering against his ribs. " the voice came again