【洒落怖】物置の奥、あの扉だけは開けちゃダメだった

Listen, don’t open that small door. I found a hair-tangled comb, and now the wind, my pulse—everything is a scream. White hands are crawling from the floor while the sky rains shadows that swallow everyone. Everything I touch feels like wet mucus. A ghost is whispering, “Let’s die together.” I tried to rewrite my future, but that was the taboo. My vision is blurring… it’s all so slimy. Help.