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In the dimly lit room, a man, alone and unsuspecting, enjoys a late-night snack, his spoon plunging into the creamy liquid yogurt. Suddenly, the hairs on his neck stand up as an eerie, repetitive moan echoes through the room. He freezes, listening intently, the yogurt forgotten. The moan grows louder, more insistent, and he feels a cold, spectral presence nearby. His heart races as he realizes he's not alone, and the ghostly entity seems to be fixated on his every move, especially his lingering licks of the yogurt.