Nightshift 47: Walk-in Refrigerator
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Interesting fact about refrigerators: They tended to be cold inside. One shouldn't expect anything less. So why was it Klavier was actually startled when a blast of freezing air hit him as soon as he opened the door? Perhaps he hadn't been expecting it to be that cold (or maybe he just hadn't thought that through completely). Regardless, he walked inside, wary of both danger and the temperature.
He had never once considered refrigerators in any way creepy, but this one somehow managed to make it so. The shelved items threw eerie shadows every which way, as though they were trying desperately to keep him from illuminating too much of the room. It certainly increased any lingering sense of claustrophobia the man might have had over the course of their travel. The sooner they could move on, the better. Only, one problem.
Klavier frowned as he continued to scan the room. The door. Where was it? When he had been here last time, it had been wide open and too painfully obvious for his counterpart to deny. Now, however, there was nothing to indicate there was a passage of any kind anywhere. Did that mean it just hadn't been opened yet? He was correct in remembering it had been over there, wasn't he? It wasn't some half-formed illustion created while trying to block out all memory of that night?
Interesting fact about refrigerators: They tended to be cold inside. One shouldn't expect anything less. So why was it Klavier was actually startled when a blast of freezing air hit him as soon as he opened the door? Perhaps he hadn't been expecting it to be that cold (or maybe he just hadn't thought that through completely). Regardless, he walked inside, wary of both danger and the temperature.
He had never once considered refrigerators in any way creepy, but this one somehow managed to make it so. The shelved items threw eerie shadows every which way, as though they were trying desperately to keep him from illuminating too much of the room. It certainly increased any lingering sense of claustrophobia the man might have had over the course of their travel. The sooner they could move on, the better. Only, one problem.
Klavier frowned as he continued to scan the room. The door. Where was it? When he had been here last time, it had been wide open and too painfully obvious for his counterpart to deny. Now, however, there was nothing to indicate there was a passage of any kind anywhere. Did that mean it just hadn't been opened yet? He was correct in remembering it had been over there, wasn't he? It wasn't some half-formed illustion created while trying to block out all memory of that night?