Her Next-Door Neighbor Episode 2: The Eyes Hidden in the Closet

The wooden closet door creaked open in the darkness, revealing a pair of bloodshot, hollow eyes through a long, narrow black slit. I froze on the spot, my instinct to scream swallowed by sheer terror. Those eyes stared intently at me, the pupils abnormally dilated, with dried bloodstains at the corners. Trembling, I raised my baton, trying to back away, but my legs felt as heavy as lead. A faint, strange breathing sound, like someone choking on phlegm, emanated from the closet, accompanied by a growing stench of rotting flesh. This was definitely not a human smell. "Get out!" I gritted my teeth and roared, masking my extreme fear with anger. The closet door didn't open further. Instead, a pale finger, its skin severely ulcerated, slowly emerged from the gap. That finger trembled and pointed behind me, towards the wall I had just knocked on. Then, a deeply distorted woman's laughter echoed from the depths of the closet, a high-pitched shriek like a blade scraping glass. I couldn't take it anymore. I spun around and bolted for the room door, desperately twisting the handle. However, the usually smooth lock felt as if it were welded shut, refusing to budge no matter how hard I tried. At that moment, a loud bang came from the closet behind me, and the wooden door was completely smashed open.