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neon-mist The old answering machine blinked with a new message, though Jack hadn’t given his number to anyone in years. Pressing play, a distorted voice whispered, "I'm watching you. Turn around." His blood ran cold as he slowly turned to the dark window—his own reflection staring back. Then it blinked.
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