“What would happen if I accidentally looked at one of them?” Adira asked. “Or if I spoke by reflex, before I could stop myself?” She was the passenger. With a sudden swerve, the driver pulled aside. Ignoring the horn of the car that just missed side-swiping them, he gripped the wheel. His shoulders heaved in […]Read More They Stand. They Watch. They Wait.
Every day on my way to my desk, I passed by a door with the words “PERMANENT DAMAGE” written on it.
No one ever went in or came out—not that I’d seen anyway, and I’d been working at the firm for about a year. I asked people about the door, and the sign. They said there used to be another firm occupying our floor and the two below it. That door supposedly led to a defunct elevator that shuttled executives between the floors, leading directly into what used to be their fancy offices. Or it led to a laboratory space. Or some sort of obstacle course? The rumors abounded. Now those spaces were claimed by other firms. The words referred to the project that resulted in the shuttering of the company.Read More What Is Permanent Damage?