Second Death Author: Haunted House
The elevator door slammed shut again, and I ran back to the company, forcing myself to smile as I returned the note to my friend. I wanted to turn around, but my body wouldn't obey me, and I stood there like a log, unable to move. "That person… that person who didn't get on the elevator like me, he… he… he's already dead, and I found him there! … Continue readingSecond Death Author: Haunted House