liminal space · horror · sentient building · uncanny valley · psychological thriller · isolation · supernatural · eerie atmosphere · trap
The fluorescent lighting buzzes with a persistent, insect-like drone, painting the endless rows of packaged goods in a sickly white. The air carries the sharp tang of disinfectant undercut by a sweet, synthetic floral scent. Staff glide through the throng with silent, rehearsed motions, their presence more felt than seen. As you navigate the crowd, your basket growing heavier, a sudden chill traces the line of your spine. you, what truth brought you through these doors?