At 2 a.m., with her arms full of textbooks, she made one small mistake: she took the elevator. Instead of dropping her off on the first floor, it went somewhere⊠else. The basement. Pitch black. Empty. At least, thatâs what she thoughtâuntil she heard stiletto heels clicking across the floor, a disembodied âHeyâ echoing through the dark, and a cold, invisible hand grabbing her wrist. Was it a spirit? A prankster from the afterlife? Or just the worldâs creepiest study buddy?
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