The only sound in the room was the quiet hum of the fan. Jason lay still, his head moving slightly as he tried to look around, but he couldn’t see anything through the thick darkness. He closed his eyes again, staying alert, listening for any sound that might come. Soon, however, his thoughts drifted, and he fell asleep.In the morning, there was a knock at his door. Jason stirred, opening his eyes to see the time on the alarm clock perched on the small table in the corner of his room. He stretched, got out of bed, and walked toward the bathroom attached to his room.As he stepped inside, he froze. There, on the tiles, were small streaks of red. His heart pounded as he moved a little closer, his hand trembling as he reached for the toilet lid. Slowly, he lifted it, only to find more traces of blood, though nothing else was inside. Fear gripped him, and he bolted out of the bathroom, grabbing his t-shirt as he ran.”Mom!” he shouted, racing out of his room.
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