A Ship Frozen In Time
The moment Carter stepped onto the deck, the air shifted—stale, heavy, almost suffocating.
The first door he tried was locked.
The second creaked open slowly, like it hadn’t been touched in decades.
Inside, the darkness swallowed him.
There was a faint smell:
mold, metal, and something Carter couldn’t name.
He fumbled for a switch.
Nothing.
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But then—
a sound. A soft shuffle. Not the wind. Not the ship. Something else.
Carter spun around, heart pounding.
Nothing.
Still, the feeling of being watched clung to him like damp clothes.
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