Red Corridor



The hallway stretched endlessly under a blood-red glow. She walked alone, boots echoing on the polished floor, school uniform still neat despite the darkness that clung to her. Black tears traced her cheeks.
Behind her, and all around her, the tentacles moved — thick, wet, and patient — sliding from the lockers and ceiling like living shadows.
They never touched her.
They only followed.
And somewhere deep in the red light, the school whispered her name.