The Basement
The week started so normal. I would go to work, came home, rinse and repeat. But today, everything started to go wrong. On my drive home, something just felt...off. It was something that I couldn't place, a feeling that I couldn't name. I chalked it up to having a stressful day at work, and continued my drive as normal. I got to my apartment building, and started the descent into the underground parking lot. As always, the garage was dimly lit, cold and damp as I circled around going to each ramp to descend another level. I always got annoyed with how far down I actually had to go, but its cheaper down there, so I couldn't really complain.
