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Then, the sound of running footsteps. Not from the figure, but from behind them. Dozens of feet, sprinting down the stairs.

They stepped inside. The air smelled of stale lavender and something metallic—like old blood. hell house 2

"Let's set up base in the lobby," Marcus said, grabbing a heavy case of equipment. Then, the sound of running footsteps

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But sometimes, hikers repo smell of lavender on rainy days.

She looked at Marcus. "Turn on the gas valves. All of them."