by Binaural Space
“The corridor was illuminated by pale light from the full moon, each step I took caused the floor to creak and groan.
Whispers could be heard behind the wind, calling me forward echoed with a haunting resonance.
I turned a corner only to be met with a dead end. Moving closer I could see words daubed on the wall in a dull crimson.
Those words I hear you ask?
Spooktacular work as always.”