"Raegan, guess who I am..." Lauren asked in a sing-song tone, her voice hoarse and dry. "Guess who I am..."

Holding a sharp dagger in her hand with a look of madness in her eyes, Lauren strolled into the dressing room.

A hushed stillness prevailed.

Aware of a lunatic as Lauren lurking outside her booth, Raegan held her breath, maintaining silence.

A loud bang echoed through the dressing room. Lauren forcefully swung open the door of the first dressing booth, discovering that it was vacant.

Then, Lauren moved to the second one, finding it also unoccupied.

After trying three booths in a row with no success, Lauren lost her patience. "Bitch!" she shouted sharply. “Come out!"

When she received nothing but silence in response, Lauren altered her tone to a more cautious one. “Come out. If you come out now, I'll go easy on you, okay?"

From the moment she entered the dressing room, Lauren kept fluctuating between shouting and speaking softly, with wild laughter sprinkled in between. She was a complete lunatic!

"Are you feeling scared? After all, you're stuck now, right? Let me tell you a secret. I put a hallucinogen in the coffee when I bumped into you. Just a sniff of it and you won't be able to move. Don't keep dreaming that you'll be able to escape. No one will come and save you," Lauren said confidently.

Before entering the dressing room, Lauren had placed the “Do Not Use” sign outside the door, eliminating any chances of someone coming in.

As Lauren walked down the room, she slid the sharp dagger across the wooden boards, creating a terrifying hissing sound.

The more Raegan remained silent, the more excited Lauren became. She felt like she was playing hide and seek.

With a cackle, Lauren said, “I'm going to start counting down the seconds now. When I find you, for every second that passes..." Lauren paused and giggled, as if she could barely contain her glee. "I'll give you a new cut! If you hurry out now, you'll suffer less."

After saying that, Lauren pushed open the door of the fourth booth, which also turned out to be empty.

She laughed as she counted, "Ten, eleven, twelve..."

By the time Lauren reached the door of the sixth booth, she had counted to forty.

Once again, a loud bang resounded through the room.

But this time, the door didn't budge. Unlike the other doors, this one was locked from the inside.

Lauren instantly crouched down and, through the space below the door, peeked into the booth, where she saw a pair of black shoes inside.