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You chose the yellow door. You would choose any door except that red one. You pushed the door open, and you were immediately greeted by a rancid smell of decomposition. You had no choice but to hide inside.

It was the bathroom.

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Your eyes started to water from the smell. The floor felt sticky with thick grime. The mirror was already shattered, and the sink was filled with human hair. The toilet was clogged with wooden debris from the collapsed wall cabinet above.

You slowly moved closer to the bathtub. It was where the smell was coming from. You slowly opened the curtains. You gagged, and your knees hit the grimy floor as you came face to face with a dismembered dog.

You went out of the bathroom. You were about to scream when you felt a palm over your mouth.

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