Eight
Dust to DustThe South corridor was not dark like its twin on the other side. Flashing overhead lights created the illusion that the white walls of the hallway moved. It was as though it breathed. As though it lived. My heart thrummed in my ears.
Beth gasped. “How is this happening?” she whispered, her fingers wrapped around my wrist and held me in place.
“Power surge?” A brief thought to run crossed my mind, but it faded. It was better to not draw attention. “We should be quiet. Just in case.”
“You th-think s-someone's here?” A rapid flickering of the overhead light punctuated her question.
“No. But still…” A hint of concern tinged my voice but Beth did not react. My sense of reason believed we were alone, my imagination thought different.
The colourless tunnel stretched out a
