LANDMARK HOMES - 34 WONDERVIEW ROAD, LEVEL 2

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She walks alone through a desolate landscape, her footsteps echoing off the empty buildings that line the street. The wind howls around her like a pack of wolves, its icy breath biting at her face. She wraps her arms tightly around herself, trying to conserve what little body heat she has left. The darkness seems to press in on her from all sides, making it hard for her to see more than a few feet in front of her. She fumbles in her pocket for her flashlight and turns it on, casting a weak beam of light down the street. As she walks, the silence is broken by the sound of footsteps behind her. She spins around, trying to see who or what is following her, but there's nothing there. The footsteps stop, and an oppressive stillness falls over the area. She continues on, her heart pounding in her chest. She can't shake the feeling that she's being watched, that unblinking eyes are trained on her from the shadows. She quickens her pace, desperate to escape the crushing sense of dread that's settling over her. But no matter how fast she walks, the feeling only grows stronger. It's as if something is closing in around her, suffocating her with its presence. She stumbles and almost falls, her legs trembling beneath her. Just when she thinks it can't get any worse, a hand reaches out from the darkness and grabs her arm. She tries to shake it off, but it only tightens its grip. A voice whispers in her ear, "Come with me."