Emily dropped it instantly, her hands shaking.
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The Man Beneath the Floor
She stayed away for days. But she couldn’t stop thinking about it — the face, the knock, the message.
Just to grab her ID, she told herself. But deep down, she knew curiosity had already won.
The sliding door was slightly open when she arrived.
Her cot was untouched. Everything was where she’d left it.
Except for one thing.
A note. Pinned to her cooler with a rusted nail.
“He’s awake now.”
The walls creaked. Then — that familiar sound.
Knock.
It came from beneath the floor.
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