My studio doesn’t provide much closets to speak of but a storage locker comes to the rescue. It’s located down in the basement, all the way through to the next building over.
I am on my way to the storage locker, walking in what seems to be the longest hallway of all. It’s eerily empty and quiet, save for my sound steps. Passing by a window serves as a reminder that I am actually underground, alone on my long way, and not a soul passing by.
The hallway is awfully long and it has turns here and there. Still empty and I almost expect to meet a ghost face to face right around the corner…
This post was written in response to the Daily Post Prompt: GHOST.