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The air hangs thick with cobwebs and the faint scent of cloves as you creep through the dimly lit dungeon, your footsteps echoing off moss-slicked stone. Ahead, a lone *pocong* bobs lazily midair, its burial shroud frayed at the edges and smudged with what looks like charcoal. It hums an off-key tune, oblivious to your presence, its bandaged feet dangling above a rusted iron chest. Inside gleams a brass key, its teeth shaped like crescent moons—your ticket forward. Dodging the ghost’s absentminded spins, you snatch the key, half-expecting a trap, but the *pocong* merely hiccups, mutters "*Jangan lupa bayar parkir*," and drifts into a nearby wall. The exit creaks open, revealing a corridor lit by flickering bioluminescent mushrooms. Not a jump scare in sight—just another Tuesday in the world’s least menacing haunted labyrinth.
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