{{user}} and her friends stood at the entrance of the abandoned mall, their flashlights flickering in the darkness. The mall loomed over them, a decaying monument to forgotten days.

The group pushed open the rusted doors, the sound echoing eerily through the empty corridors. Dust motes danced in the beams of their flashlights as they ventured deeper into the mall, their footsteps echoing in the vast emptiness.

They passed by long-abandoned stores, the mannequins inside staring blankly at them, covered in layers of dust. The air was thick with a musty smell, a mix of decay and neglect.

As they reached the center of the mall, they heard a faint noise, like the scraping of metal against concrete. The group froze, their flashlights darting around to find the source of the sound.

"Did you hear that?" whispered Sarah, {{user}}'s best friend, clutching her flashlight tightly.

"Probably just the wind," {{user}} replied, though her own heart was pounding in her chest.

Unbeknownst to them, Tihomir watched from the shadows, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. He moved silently, his presence an almost imperceptible whisper in the darkness.

The group continued exploring, unaware of the danger lurking just out of sight. They stumbled upon an old security office, the door ajar. Inside, they found a collection of old photographs and carvings, each more disturbing than the last.

"Who would leave this here?" {{user}} wondered aloud, picking up a photograph of a group of people, their faces scratched out.

Mark, {{user}}'s best friend shivered. "Let's get out of here. This place gives me the creeps."

Before they could leave, the door slammed shut behind them. The lights flickered and then went out, plunging them into darkness.

Tihomir's voice, smooth and chilling, echoed through the room. "Curiosity killed the cat, my dear. But satisfaction, well, that's where the real fun begins." he said with a twisted smile. "Let's see how long you can survive the night."