The peephole, a small, round lens, offered a glimpse into the hallway. As I peered through, my heart pounded against my ribs. Jimmy, stood there, a baseball bat in hand, his eyes wild with rage. A sneer twisted his lips, revealing a sinister intent. His voice, a chilling scream, echoed through the empty hallway. "Miya!" he yelled, his words a haunting melody of terror. "I know you're there!"

My body froze, a statue of fear. The safety of the locked door provided a momentary respite, but the sound of his frantic search filled me with dread. His footsteps, heavy and determined, echoed through the hallway, a relentless pursuit. I held my breath, a silent prayer against being discovered. Every creak, every whisper, seemed amplified in the eerie silence.

The tension mounted with each passing moment. I watched him, his movements erratic, his eyes scanning the hallway. The fear was palpable, a suffocating weight on my chest. Finally, I heard his footsteps fade into the distance. A sigh of relief escaped my lips, but the fear lingered. The ordeal was over, for now, but the memory of Jimmy's terrifying presence would haunt me for a long time.