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But it wasn't the movie that held Elias’s attention. It was the text at the bottom of the screen.
Elias felt a breath, cold and smelling of damp earth, brush against the nape of his neck. subtitle 13 Eerie
He reached for the remote to toggle the settings, but the plastic felt freezing, almost wet. As his thumb hovered over the button, the text changed. But it wasn't the movie that held Elias’s attention
Elias bolted upright. He stared at the heavy oak door. The deadbolt was thrown, the chain was engaged. But as he watched, the brass chain began to slide, link by link, as if pulled by a slow, invisible hand. There was no sound of metal on metal. Only the silence of the room, heavy and suffocating. cold and smelling of damp earth