The Dead Chairs Circle
It was just meant to be another day of work, stacking shelves, cleaning floors, and standing until your feet dropped off. It was simply meant to be another day at work.
Until it wasn't.
Malik was now dead. He had died. He knew that he had. It would be the only reason to explain why he was in this place. Trapped in an old, dusty building, unable to smash through any of the windows, unseen by all the people who walked outside, Malik is now all alone and struggling to survive.
Especially at night time, when the walls start warping, the world twists, and people begin to walk out, from inside the walls and wallpaper.
SnowPenguin · Seram
