richardgeorgedavis
A caretaker walks midnight rounds in a concrete tower, mending tiny "seams" where the world rubs thin. Tonight the lift whispers 13-a floor that shouldn't exist-and a child cries from a door that isn't on the plans.
To set the building right, Rafi must choose what to anchor and what to release: a life on this side of the mirror, or the last clear memory of his mother.
Quiet dread, fluorescent tape, and a choice that feels like a prayer-one shot of urban unreal for readers who like their hauntings low-key and human.
Liminal, soft-horror, no gore.
16+ (no gore; emotionally heavy but PG-13) | Vibe seekers: Fans of liminal/analog horror, SCP-style uncanny procedures, and urban folklore (13th floor myths) | Reading context: Late-night scroll, 6-10-minute one-sitting story with a reflective aftertaste.