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"You're drenched in sweat, but you don't have time to think about that right now. You round the corner, almost knocking someone over who looks almost exactly like your sweet (but racist) old landlady.

Actually, you realize, I think that really is my landlady.

You give no apology, you just run.

Before you fully turn away, you see her face begin to take on the expression of something unnatural. Something vicious."