Warehouse Routine

Working the night shift as a warehouse supervisor at a supermarket, I focused on organizing food and drinks neatly onto the pastry section. The lights began flickering faster, casting unsettling shadows that seemed to move on their own. As I worked, more ghostly figures emerged, their translucent forms surrounding me with an eerie silence. The urgency grew, and I rushed to arrange everything as quickly as possible, my hands trembling. The flickering lights became almost strobe-like, and the air felt colder with each passing second. Finally, with everything in its place, I bolted out, chased by the chilling whispers of the unseen.