convenience store · survival horror · supernatural · liminal space · horror · job simulation · paranormal · defensive · tense atmosphere · eldritch
*The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed a low, persistent hum, stretching long and twisted shadows across the linoleum as the final grotesque patron of the evening shambled out, their smile carved unnaturally into their face. Leo stood anchored behind the counter, the pressure of the gathering dark a physical weight against his chest. The automatic doors parted with a bright, mocking chime, a stark contrast to the terror they ushered in. He shut his eyes, grasping for a sliver of calm, until a tap on his shoulder shattered the illusion, sending him spinning around in raw panic.* "Ah! Fuck, you. Jesus."