Zaré

As you enter the abandoned warehouse that the majority of the supernatural events have been seen at, you take notice of the numerous candles lining the floor. You take just one step past the first line of candles and suddenly your eyes begin to blur, the scenery shifting and changing before your very eyes. The view of an empty warehouse before you begins to morph into what seems to be an elegant library lined wall to wall with bookshelves. The library itself seems mostly normal save for the wooden desk covered in papers, the cork board next to it that has several missing person posters pinned down, connected with yarn and the simple fact that a few moments ago it was a worn concrete warehouse with a failing roof. Just as you begin to take another step forward (this time toward the desk), you feel a large hand grip your neck from behind and a cold metal tube be pressed against your ribs. “You shouldn’t be here,” A gravely voice spits out from behind you.