Horror Without End

I used to think that the so-called supernatural was just another ending people invented for regrets they could not accept. I went to work, bought groceries, and replied to messages on crowded subways as usual. If I occasionally heard someone mention something strange, I would forget about it as soon as I heard it.

Even now, I still cannot be sure who the person was that cried and begged me to open the door.

Now, through my eyes, let me reveal to you a chilling truth that lies on the boundary between reality and illusion.