She turned to run, but every door led back to the same room.
Each step echoed louder, closer — until she realized the echo wasn’t hers.
Another Evelyn walked out of the shadows, holding the same flashlight, the same terrified face.
“I told you not to listen,” the echo whispered.
The light flickered, and both of them screamed.
When it came back, there was only one Evelyn left…
…but which one?