The rope still swings - Episode 2**Title: “Awake, but Not Alone”**---Harris jolted awake.A desperate gasp tore through his lips as he clutched at his neck — searching, trembling — half-expecting to find a rope still strangling him. But there was nothing. Just sweat. Cold, clammy, suffocating sweat. It soaked his shirt like he had been dragged out of a frozen lake.His heart thudded like a war drum in his chest.*Was I dreaming?*The memory of the noose... the shadow... the voice... it all still echoed in his mind with terrifying clarity.The room was freezing.No, not just cold — unnaturally cold. The