The air was thick with the scent of old, musty carpet, the kind that only a forgotten place could hold. The room you were in was quiet—too quiet. The dark corners seemed to grow deeper as the flickering of the dim light from the broken flashlight barely illuminated your surroundings. You tried to keep your breathing steady, but the anxiety was creeping up on you, the memories of terrifying nights spent in the nightmare-filled place where you were stuck.

You had found yourself trapped in the security room once more, the cold, metallic door behind you your only defense. But the hallway outside was darker than it had ever been. And now, there was something else lurking in the shadows.

A low mechanical whirring echoed in the hallway before the creaking of metal and the soft click of joints moving came closer. Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized the heavy footsteps—the sound that had haunted your nights since you arrived here.