Hailey's POV

I was halfway down the basement stairs when my phone light caught something strange, this wasn't just a storage area, the walls were too smooth, too white, like a hospital corridor.

I backed up slowly, my heart hammering against my ribs, maybe I should go back upstairs, maybe I was crossing a line I couldn't uncross, but my feet kept moving forward, drawn by something I couldn't name.

At the bottom of the stairs I found myself in a narrow hallway, not the dusty storage room Evans had described, everything was clean and sterile, the floor was polished concrete, the walls were painted white, fluorescent lights hummed softly...