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As we approached door 021, the lights began to flicker ominously. Panic set in as we instinctively searched for closets to hide in, fearing the return of the monster we had dubbed "Rush."

"Find a closet!" Jimin shouted, his voice filled with urgency as he darted around the room.

We all scrambled, our eyes darting around for any place to hide. The flickering lights cast eerie shadows on the walls, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Over here!" Taehyung called out, pointing to a closet tucked away in the corner. We rushed towards it, our breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps.

But just as we reached the closet, Namjoon's calm voice cut through the chaos. "Uh, guys," he said, his tone oddly composed. "I think it's just them."

We turned to look where he was pointing and felt a collective chill run down our spines. The walls were covered in countless eyes, each one blinking and moving independently. The flickering lights made their movements even more unsettling, creating the illusion of the eyes watching us intently.

"Oh, great," Jungkook muttered, his voice tinged with sarcasm. "More creepy eyes."

"Well, at least it's not Rush," Hoseok said, trying to find a silver lining in the situation.

Jin shuddered, his eyes darting from one blinking eye to the next. "I don't know if this is better or worse."

The eyes seemed to follow our every move, their gaze unnerving and relentless. "Let's just keep moving," Namjoon said, trying to sound braver than he felt. "The sooner we get out of here, the better."

We approached door 022 with trepidation, the eyes on the walls seemingly growing more intense as we moved. The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit corridor ahead.

"Stay close," Namjoon instructed, leading the way.

As we walked, the corridor began to narrow, the walls closing in around us. The flickering lights and blinking eyes made the space feel claustrophobic, adding to the tension that gripped us.

"Do you think the eyes can do anything?" Jimin whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Let's hope not," Yoongi replied, his eyes scanning the corridor for any signs of danger.

As we reached door 023, the sight that greeted us was even more unsettling than before. The number of eyes on the walls had increased exponentially, and now they weren't just blinking randomly—they were following our every move.

"This is getting seriously creepy," Taehyung muttered, his eyes darting nervously from one blinking eye to the next.

Jin shivered, his discomfort palpable. "It's like they're alive," he said, his voice tinged with unease.

"Let's just get through this as quickly as possible," Namjoon urged, his voice steady but tense. "The longer we stay here, the worse it will get."

As we cautiously moved through the room, the eyes seemed to intensify their gaze, tracking our movements with an almost predatory focus. The air was thick with a sense of foreboding, making it hard to breathe.

Jungkook tried to lighten the mood with his usual bravado. "Maybe they're just fans," he joked weakly. "Can't blame them for wanting to keep an eye on us."

"Very funny, Jungkook," Jimin said, rolling his eyes. "But I'd rather not have an audience right now."

"Let's just keep moving," Yoongi said, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of danger. "We need to find the next door."

As we pressed forward, the eyes continued to follow us, their gaze growing more intense with each step. The feeling of being watched was almost unbearable, sending shivers down our spines.

As we moved forward, the tension in the air grew thicker with each step. The unsettling feeling of being watched intensified as more black eyes began to appear on the walls and paintings, each one glaring at us with an eerie, unblinking stare.

"This is definitely not a good sign," Jimin whispered, his voice trembling.

"No kidding," Yoongi replied, his eyes darting nervously around the room.

We approached door 025, and Namjoon hesitated for a moment before opening it. As the door swung open, we were greeted by a sight that made our blood run cold. The room was filled with even more black eyes, their numbers increasing with each room we passed through.

"This crescendo of eyes is seriously freaking me out," Jin muttered, shivering.

"Just keep moving," Namjoon urged, his voice tight with anxiety. "We have to reach the Grand Hallway."

As we pushed forward, the eyes seemed to multiply, covering every inch of the walls and paintings. The sense of dread was overwhelming, but we knew we couldn't stop now. The crescendo was building, and we had to keep going.

Reaching door 026, Jungkook took a deep breath and opened it, revealing yet another room filled with black eyes. "This is getting worse," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

"Stay focused," Taehyung encouraged. "We're almost there."

With each step, the eyes grew more numerous and more menacing, as if they were alive and aware of our presence. The air was thick with fear, and every creak of the floorboards echoed through the room like a sinister whisper.

Finally, we reached door 027. As we opened it, the crescendo reached its peak. The room was almost entirely black, the eyes now covering every surface, their gaze piercing and unrelenting.

"We're close," Namjoon said, his voice filled with determination. "Just a little further."

We pressed on, our hearts pounding in our chests. The intensity of the eyes was almost unbearable, and it felt like they were closing in on us. But we couldn't afford to falter now.

At last, we reached door 028. Namjoon opened it with a sense of urgency, and we stepped into The Grand Hallway. The eyes abruptly stopped, leaving us in an eerie silence that was almost more unsettling than the crescendo itself.

"Thank god," Hoseok muttered, his shoulders slumping with relief.

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