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On a long summer night, Dominika sat on her bed, staring at the sky through her open window. The moonlight cast strange shadows in her room, and the air felt thick with a sense of unease. She absentmindedly filed her nails, the sound of the file scratching against the rough edges echoing in the silence. Outside, the world was quiet, except for the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore, where lobsters crawled in the dark. Dominika could hear whispers carried by the wind, chilling her spine.

Suddenly, she remembered the old tales about the mask she found buried in her grandmother's attic. It was said to belong to a sea witch, who captured souls during the summer nights. As she put on the mask to see how it looked, the room grew colder, and the whispers turned into cries. Dominika felt a weight on her chest, as if unseen hands were holding her down. The shadows in her room seemed to grow closer, and in the reflection of her window, she saw not just her own face, but something lurking behind her, waiting for the right moment to strike.

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Charli Chaplin