Hold Tight to the Bro Beside You

Each time the attendant knocked on a door, the fear in her voice deepened. She was getting closer and closer to the woman.

“H-hello...”

“Room service...” The attendant’s breathing grew ragged. Trembling, she knocked on the door, bowing her head and not daring to look to the side.

The woman was only a step away from her.

There was no sound or response from inside the room, so she could only move on to the next one.

Under the woman’s gaze, she slowly walked right up beside her. Shivering from the cold, she knocked on the door in front of her. “Hello... room service...”

“May I ask... were you the one who called for a towel just now?”

After two seconds of silence in the hallway, the woman’s icy voice drifted eerily from behind her. “I... was the one... who wanted... the red towel.”

After a brief silence, all the players heard the attendant let out a shrill scream outside the door. It cut off instantly, turning into a gurgle as if her throat had been torn open. The sound was utterly horrifying.

“Uh... h-help...”...