Walker’s mind was a foggy battlefield, the fragments of his memory flashing like broken film reels. He gripped his head, trying to piece together what he knew. He remembered the accident—the screech of tires, the collapsing bridge, and Elizabeth’s scream as she called out, “Watch out for the bridge!”“Officer,” Walker said, his voice trembling. “My wife and I… we had an accident.”The sheriff, already irritated from their wasted time at the hospital, turned to him with a scowl. “What accident? What are you talking about now?”Walker’s memories flickered again, his voice trembling as he pointed toward the direction of the bridge. “Close to the bridge. At the end of the road.”The sheriff folded his arms, exchanging an exasperated glance with his younger partner. “This is ridiculous. We just spent hours chasing ghosts at the hospital, and now you’re telling us there’s an accident?”The younger cop smirked, leaning against the patrol car. “What next? UFOs?”Walker fumbled in his pocket a

After she disappeared down the hallway, Walker emerged from the room like a shadow peeling away from the wall. He moved with deliberate caution, his breaths shallow, his heart pounding a rhythm he couldn’t control. Every step felt like walking a tightrope over a pit he couldn’t see.He knew he wasn’t wanted here. His instincts screamed at him to retreat, but the pull for answers was stronger than fear. Each step was calculated, his body pressed to the cold, sterile walls. He moved past the CCTV camera mounted near the ceiling, timing his pace to the slow sweep of its lens.The nurse turned a corner ahead, her white uniform disappearing as if swallowed by the fluorescent-lit corridor. Walker paused, pressing his back flat against the wall. He craned his neck to peek around the corner. The hallway was silent, stretching into sterile infinity. No footsteps, no rustling—only the faint hum of the overhead lights.She was gone.His pulse quickened. Had she heard him? Did she know he was fol

The flat, seamless wall stared back at Walker, mocking him in its silence. He had pressed his hands against it, searching for seams, levers, or any sign of a hidden mechanism, but it refused to yield. The smooth surface was as cold and unyielding as stone. His breath came in shallow bursts, his mind racing.He had swiped the stolen premium card multiple times, angling it in every possible way, but nothing happened. No beep, no light, no movement. The wall remained indifferent, refusing him entry."This has to be it," Walker muttered under his breath, his voice taut with frustration. "Why won't it open?"He stepped back, running a hand through his hair as his eyes scanned the room again. There was nothing—no console, no panel, no sign that this was anything more than an ordinary wall. But he knew better. The nurse had vanished into it, disappearing as though the wall had swallowed her whole.The longer he stood there, the more his nerves began to fray. A thought crept into his mind, un

Late in the night on a slick, rain-drenched road, two patrol cars converged on a dark sedan that had already drawn attention for overspeeding. Officer Ramirez and his partner Officer Oscar moved cautiously toward the vehicle, their flashlights cutting swaths of light through the drizzle. The driver, a young man with a nervous twitch in his eyes, appeared tense as he rolled down his window."License and registration, please," Ramirez said, his tone measured but firm. The young man fumbled briefly before producing the documents with a deliberate slowness. As Ramirez examined them, he couldn’t help but notice the driver's furtive glances—almost as if he was guarding a secret.After noting the papers, Ramirez gestured toward the back of the sedan. "We’d like to take a look inside your boot," he explained. The driver’s eyes flickered momentarily, then he replied coolly, "There’s nothing of interest, officer. Just some white nylons—gifts I’m paid to deliver." His voice carried an unsettling

Dr. Graham stood frozen in the dimly lit hospital corridor, his fingers twitching at his sides. The air was thick with the sterile scent of antiseptic, but beneath it, something darker lingered—the stench of failure.Walker was gone.The security team stood before him, their expressions shifting between fear and shame. The sound of heavy breathing filled the silence, broken only by the distant blare of a car alarm outside. It was a taunting reminder of the catastrophe that had just unfolded.Graham’s jaw clenched so tightly it ached.One man. One single man. And yet, despite their numbers, their weapons, and the clear instructions he had given, Walker had managed to slip through their fingers.His voice, when it finally came, was dangerously calm. “Tell me… how.”No one spoke.The guard closest to him—a stocky man with a buzz cut and sweat beading on his forehead—finally swallowed hard. “H-He took a car, sir. Your vehicle. We—we tried to stop him, but he was too fast.”Graham’s nostri