Horror Story Relay

Our five-year class reunion was held at a secluded mountain villa. Former friends had become polite yet distant, and an awkwardness was palpable amidst the clinking of glasses. To lighten the mood, the class monitor suggested an old game: a horror story relay. "One person, one line, to create a story. Let's see how much imagination we office workers have left." It started as a joke, but the stories grew increasingly bizarre, even subtly reflecting our past secrets and rifts. The air grew heavy. Until Ah Jian, sitting across from me, wrote, "He was horrified to discover that the bathroom door..."