Mia walked slowly down the narrow passageway, each step echoing off the walls. The air was dry, thick with dust and an eerie stillness that seemed to press in on her. The corridor stretched longer than she expected, lit only by flickering bulbs that cast trembling shadows on the cracked concrete.
She wrapped her arms tightly around herself as a sudden gust of cold air swept past. It wasn’t just cool—it was cutting, like fingers of ice crawling beneath her skin.
A shiver ran down her spine, but she didn’t stop. Her legs moved like they weren’t hers anymore, like something deeper was pulling her forward.
Then she heard it. A soft hum—low at first, barely there. It sounded like dozens of computer monitors buzzing at once. The farther she walked, the louder it became. Her pulse quickened. C
