09/06/2026
The door remains closed. Silence. The boy slowly turns toward the dark corner of the room. The moonlight shifts — and there, standing behind him inside the house, is a tall shadowy figure. It wasn’t outside. It was already in the room. The oil lamp relights itself faintly, revealing the figure’s long smile stretching too wide. It whispers softly in a distorted African accent, “I was there… in your classroom.” The camera slowly zooms into the boy’s terrified eyes.
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