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The Apartment #170


Tracey awoke with a start.
What woke her wasn't so much the blood that pooled around her head and shoulder as she lay on the floor, but the disturbing noises coming from behind her.
With her eyes still unopened, her first realisation was that she had been asleep and dreaming of something quite horrific: her stomach churned and her fists were tightly clenched, but there was no memory of whatever it was she'd dreamed.
Her second realisation was that she was lying on her side on the floor and something warm and sticky was tickling the side of her head.

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