Shift Day 33

On my 33rd day on duty, I received a frantic call for help from someone trapped in an old, eerie house. Their voice was panicked, trembling with fear, and gasping for air as though being restrained by a sinister force. Just as they began explaining their situation, the line went dead, leaving me with a chilling silence. When I arrived at the house, an unsettling coldness filled the air, and the emptiness was suffocating—there was no sign of life. Each step I took felt heavier as though the house itself was watching me, harboring secrets that were far more terrifying than I could imagine.