A narrow, dead end alley, where darkness seems to gather in corners impossible f

A narrow, dead end alley, where darkness seems to gather in corners impossible for light to reach. The old brick walls are covered in moss and dark stains, suggesting decades of neglect. In floor, puddles of dirty water reflect the few weak, flickering streetlights, that barely light the way.At the end of the alley, a single streetlight emits a yellowish glow, revelando a silhueta de one porta metálica enferrujada. however, It's not the door that catches the eye, but what is in front of her: one cadeira de madeira antiga, slightly tilted to one side, as if it were about to break. About the chair, há one boneca antiga, with matted hair and glass eyes that seem to follow every movement around them. Your clothes, a dirty and torn lace dress, balança levemente como se movida por one brisa inexistente.A boneca segura em suas mãos one carta manchada, partially torn, onde apenas one palavra pode ser vista, written in red gothic letters: "Exit". bet, in the darkness beyond the letter, algo parece se mover – one sombra indistinta, bigger and darker than anything else in the alley, lurking at the edges of vision, like a predator waiting.The air is dense, heavy with the smell of mold and something sweeter, almost nauseating. The silence is absolute, except for a distant and constant dripping, echoing from somewhere deep within the alley. Each drop seems to mark time, an invisible clock counting down to something unknown, something that is slowly approaching.Suddenly, the light over the door flashes, one, Two, three times, before completely erasing, deixando o beco em one escuridão sufocante. Nesse momento, the sound of light, shuffling footsteps begins to approach, breaking the silence in a threatening way. The feeling is that something, or someone, is coming, but there is nowhere to run – the only way out is blocked by the darkness itself that seems alive, breathing and waiting for the right moment to attack.