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“Is it the one with a flickering light bulb? The one with a
long scary corridor and the faceless portraits?” Tod’s dad asks
frantically, “is it an unnumbered floor?”
“Yes, exactly!” I scream.

“Is it the only room on the floor?”

“Yes,” we answer together.
“Something terrible happened in that room! You must leave
immediately!”
We hear a woman’s screams from the bathroom, which
makes our hearts beat hastily and our faces drain their color.
Suddenly, the call ends and we start to hear the sound of the water
running down in the bathtub. Louder. And louder. Scared of the
sounds, we hide under the blanket.
“Stop putting your rough leg on me. It isn’t that scary.”
Tod says frustratedly.

“It’s not my leg,” I answer.

“Then whose leg is it then?” Tod’s voice seems shaky.
We jump out of the blanket and run to the corner of the
room, away from the bathroom. The atmosphere is tense and the
room feels hotter, like someone has started a fire.
“Tod, let's get out of here!” But Tod is stubborn and
decides to stay. The lights turn off. I scream and hug Tod.
He pushes me away carelessly. After a while, the lights turn on
again. It starts flickering faster as Tod starts to become more
annoyed and agitated. Finally, the light stays on.