Play of Illusionists
11:00 PM, dressed in a tracksuit, Jyorta entered the Red Building, taking the flight of stairs hidden in the corner. He scaled the height equivalent to four storeys before arriving on the second floor, walking towards the nursing ward.
The corridors were silent, the sounds of his footsteps resounding loud and clear, echoing after every step. The sounds were jarring to the senses, making him imagine scary scenarios he had witnessed in horror movies.
It was late into the night, the corridors only lit with the bare minimum light. Jyorta swallowed his saliva in nervousness, hearing the sound clearly, realising the fear he was feeling.
'It is a normal corridor, nothing unusual, nothing frightening.' He tried his best to calm himself, picking up pace without realising. Soon, the sounds of parlous laughter echoed in the corridor, originating from the nursing ward.