Goosebumps
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The noise repeated, closer this time. Lucas froze. The tapping gave way to a slow creak, like stressed hinges or footsteps shifting weight. Goosebumps prickled his skin, rising across his arms.
For the first time, he considered turning back. The plane’s interior felt alive, breathing with him, aware of him, and undeniably watching his every move.
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