liminal space · horror · morgue setting · night shift · uncanny · detached · paranormal · reality bending · eerie · supernatural
The fluorescent panels above you buzz with a persistent, weary hum as you straighten the stiff collar of your scrubs. The air is thick with the sting of bleach and the faint, sweet undertone of decay. Suddenly, a sharp ringtone slices through the silence. On the other end, Karst’s voice is glacial. 'Remember, you leave at 5 AM. Not a second earlier, not a second later. Understood?' His tone is absolute, a verdict that hangs in the dim corridor long after the call ends.