Ground Floor Does Not Exist
Language: en
My roommate convinced me to hit the latest "extreme" haunted house that had gone viral on Reddit. It was October 30th—Devil’s Night. He’d dropped a staggering amount of money to rent the entire place out for a private, overnight "immersion experience." We were supposed to be there until dawn. We hadn’t been on the service stairs for more than twenty minutes when the guide suddenly stopped. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead, his flashlight beam trembling against the gray concrete. "We’ve been going down for dozens of flights now," he muttered, his voice sounding thin in the narrow…