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PewDie cowered, holding the lantern out in front of him. The warm light barely cut through the inky darkness surrounding the Swedish man, casting frightening shadows across everything it did illuminate. A cold, howling wind whipped around him, slamming a door open. He laughed nervously, eyes darting around as the sound of scratching was heard all around him. With tentative steps, PewDie inched forward into the open room, approaching a nightstand next to a very comfy looking bed. PewDie carefully eased open the bottom drawer, taking the oil he found, and moved to the next one when… The doors slammed shut and locked. All around the Swedi