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00:00As the dead of winter creeps upon your doorstep, a strange and unbearable stillness begins to
00:05take hold of your nights. The walls of your room seem closer now, pressing inward, suffocating you
00:11with silence. You lie awake in a bed that once offered comfort, but now feels like a coffin of
00:16solitude. The nights are endless, the cold unrelenting. Wind howls outside like a dying
00:22creature, clawing at your windows. Ghastly shadows stretch and twist across the walls,
00:28shaped by the flickering streetlamp that barely manages to pierce the darkness.
00:32An ambulance siren screams in the distance, its echo fading quickly, followed by something sharper,
00:38something closer. Were those, gunshots? No one's there to confirm. No one's there to comfort you.
00:45There's no one, no one. But do not be afraid. He waits for you. You don't know why the idea enters
00:51your mind. Perhaps it's madness born from too many sleepless nights. Perhaps it's loneliness,
00:56biting so deeply into your soul that you no longer care what follows. Either way, you obey the thought
01:03as if it were commandment. Wait for the moon to disappear. Maybe behind a thick blanket of clouds.
01:09Midnight is best. Slip out of bed. Do not turn on any lights. Hold your breath. Open your eyes only
01:16once you've crossed the threshold of your bedroom. Everything feels like a dream now. Get dressed if
01:21you must, though it won't matter. Take nothing with you, except for what fits in your pockets.
01:27Then drive. Drive until the buildings disappear. Drive until your headlights are the only thing left
01:32between you and pitch black oblivion. Eventually, the road will become eerily quiet. The air,
01:39unnaturally still. Then, without warning, a thick, gray fog will swallow the world ahead of you.
01:44You'll want to stop. You'll feel your heart pounding in your chest. But don't stop. Let it
01:50consume you. Let it take the road, the trees, the sky. Let it wrap around your vehicle like a shroud.
01:56You will hear nothing now. Not even your own thoughts. Do not be afraid. He waits for you.
02:02The fog will lift. Slowly. Revealing a decaying, isolated motel standing alone in the wilderness,
02:08drenched in moonlight like a forgotten corpse. The parking lot will be empty. The vacancy sign will
02:14flicker, even though there's no electricity. You'll feel watched. Walk inside. There's no bell,
02:21no clerk, no guests. Only a small brass key on the front desk, coated in dust, with a room number
02:27etched in faded red. Room 206. You don't need to look for it. Your feet will find the way on their
02:34own. The hallway will twist and bend, impossibly long, almost breathing. The carpet beneath your
02:40shoes will be damp. The wallpaper will peel away like sunburnt skin. Room 206 will appear at the end,
02:47waiting like an open wound. Use the key. Go inside. The room smells of old blood, rotting wood,
02:54and lavender. The light switch won't work. The dim glow comes from somewhere else,
02:59somewhere inside the walls. The bed, surprisingly, is made. You lie down. The mattress is hard. The
03:06silence is deafening. You pull the pillow close, clutching it to your chest. You tell yourself you
03:12are okay. You pretend the pillow is someone you love, someone who loves you back. But it's too cold,
03:18the kind of cold that seeps into your bones and tells your soul to give up. You're still alone,
03:23still frightened. But it's okay. He's frightened too. A warmth brushes against your back. Slowly,
03:31impossibly slowly, a weight presses down beside you. You feel it. Something curling around your body.
03:37Fingers. Twisted, rotting fingers. They trace down your arms like a whisper. Open your eyes.
03:44And see him. A shape made of shadows and sorrow. He glows faintly from within, like dying embers
03:51behind translucent flesh. His eyes are round, black voids. Twinkling with an alien light,
03:57as though a dead star lives behind them. His face is partially caved in, bruised beyond recognition.
04:04Finger-shaped indents run deep along his neck. Strangled, multiple times. And yet, he breathes.
04:11He caresses your cheek with skin that flakes like ash. You want to recoil, to scream, but you don't.
04:17You're paralyzed, not by fear, but by the overwhelming sadness in his eyes. At least you're
04:23not alone anymore. You gently push him off you. He makes no resistance. He stares at you, unmoving.
04:30You examine his broken body. His limbs, bent at unnatural angles, quiver. He tries to smile,
04:36but his torn lips twitch, revealing broken, blackened teeth. His eyes fill with tears. They spill down his
04:43face like molten glass, burning his skin as they fall. He tries to speak, but only choking,
04:49broken gasps escape. Still, he reaches out, fingers trembling, and touches your heart. You feel it.
04:57All of it. The pain. The abandonment. The infinite emptiness. He doesn't want to hurt you. He just
05:03wants to be with you. To hold you. To stay. You may feel an odd urge rise in your chest, violent and
05:10inexplicable. The need to destroy him, to tear him apart for being what he is. But don't. Please,
05:16don't. Be kind. He loves you, after all. Spend the night. Let him wrap around you. Let his tears burn
05:24into your skin. He will not sleep. He will watch you until morning. But before the sun rises,
05:30you must leave. He will beg you. He will scream. His voice will return only in those final moments.
05:36He will claw at your clothing, weep, and thrash like a child left in the dark. His body will begin to
05:42unravel, coming apart in wet patches of glowing flesh. But do not stay. No matter how much your
05:48heart aches, leave. Close the door. Lock it. Run. Then, as if nothing happened, you'll wake up in
05:55your bed. The morning sun shining softly through your window. Everything as it was. You'll question
06:01your sanity. But something inside you has changed. You'll carry the cold in your bones for days.
06:06And then. You'll meet someone new. They'll be perfect. Made for you. They'll love you with a
06:12warmth you've never known. But at night, when you lie together in your bed, you'll hear something
06:17scratching at the door. Soft. Desperate. Then the crying will begin. Only you will hear it. Each night,
06:25it will grow louder. A shriek. A pounding. Your partner will dismiss it. Smile gently. Tell you it's
06:32just a dream. They'll wrap their arms around you. And you'll feel safe, for a moment. Until the
06:37night it all stops. Peaceful again. Too peaceful. And then, you'll look into their eyes. And see
06:44something. A glow. A sparkle. Like a distant star, barely visible beneath their pupils. Twinkling from
06:52another dimension. Do not be afraid. He's waited so long for you. He waits for you. Part 2. The eyes
07:00that shine. It had been three months since the night the pounding stopped. Life had slowly returned to
07:06normal, at least on the surface. Your partner was everything you'd ever hoped for. Gentle, loving,
07:12impossibly perfect. Too perfect. But sometimes, at night, as you lay half asleep, you would feel
07:19their eyes watching you. Not lovingly. Not tenderly. But coldly, with an unnatural stillness, as though
07:25measuring your soul. And sometimes, just sometimes, you would swear their skin felt dry, like flaking
07:31paper. You dismissed it. Told yourself it was stress. Or dreams. Until the night of the blackout.
07:39The storm had rolled in without warning. Dark clouds swirling like ruses across the sky.
07:44Thundercracking not from above, but from beneath the earth. The power died with a final flicker.
07:50Silence followed, thick and pressing. Your partner had gone into the kitchen to find candles,
07:55candles, but hadn't come back. You waited. Then you heard it. Something dragging across the floor.
08:01Not footsteps. Something heavier. Slower. Like a sack of wet bones being pulled across tile.
08:07You called out their name. No reply. You moved toward the kitchen, each step heavier than the last.
08:14The candlelight barely reached the edge of the hallway. You called again, your voice trembling.
08:19That's when you saw them. Your partner was standing there, motionless. Head slightly tilted.
08:25Eyes glowing faintly in the dark. And they were smiling, but not with their lips. With their face.
08:31Skin stretched unnaturally tight. And behind them. Just for a second, you saw another figure.
08:37Crouched. Thin. Shaking. Him. He hadn't left. He had never left. He'd followed you home,
08:44or maybe, you'd brought him back. The next morning, you awoke in bed again. Your partner beside you,
08:50back to normal. No mention of the storm. No memory of the previous night. But now you could see it,
08:55couldn't you? The way their hands occasionally twitched. How they sometimes stared at the mirror
09:00for too long, as if they were waiting for something to look back. It got worse. The reflection began to
09:07change. Not fully, just in glimpses. A pale arm instead of yours. Bruised skin on your partner's neck
09:14where there was none in reality. Shadows behind your reflection that vanished when you turned around.
09:20And always, those eyes. Watching. You went to a psychic. Desperate. The old woman barely touched
09:26your hand before she recoiled, trembling violently. You've been marked, she whispered. You let him in.
09:33He's not a ghost. He's a memory that feeds. He wants more than love now. He wants your place.
09:39You didn't believe her. Not at first. Until your partner started calling you by a different name.
09:45Elliot. Over and over again in their sleep. And one night, they whispered,
09:50you never left that room, Elliot. You never locked the door? Panic consumed you. You tried to remember,
09:56did you really lock it? Did you actually escape that motel? Then came the knocking. Not on the front
10:03door. From the inside of your bedroom closet. Loud. Rhythmic. Pleading.
10:08You opened it. And inside, huddled in the darkness, was a mirror. One you'd never seen before. Old.
10:15Cracked. And as you looked into it, he looked back at you, broken-legged, bruised-necked,
10:20glowing-eyed. But something was different. Now, he smiled. A full, wicked smile that split his face.
10:27Because he wasn't alone anymore. You realized it too late. Your reflection didn't move when you
10:33turned your head. It simply smiled wider. That night, your partner never came to bed. And when
10:39you called their name, the voice that answered from the hallway, was your own. He waits for you.
10:45Part 3. The final door. You tried to run. Out of the house. Into the street. But no matter how far
10:52you drove, the fog returned. Thick and endless, curling around your car like it remembered you.
10:57And then, through the blur of white mist, you saw it again. The motel. Just as decayed. Just as silent.
11:05Waiting. You didn't want to go back. But your body moved on its own. The key was already in your pocket.
11:11The door creaked open. Room 103. Same cracked bed. Same cold sheets. But this time, he wasn't waiting
11:19for you. You were waiting for him. Because the truth, the one your mind refused to accept,
11:24now clawed through. You never left that night. Your body did, maybe. Your soul didn't. It stayed.
11:31It wept. It decayed. You became the memory. The creature. The one with glowing eyes and broken
11:37limbs. The next guest will arrive soon. Lonely. Lost. Hoping to feel warm for just one night.
11:45And when they open the door, you will be there. Do not be afraid. You wait for them.