The Lot
A vast indoor parking lot that stretches without end in every direction. The walls and ceiling are a dull gray colour and made of concrete. Support pillars line up next to one another, extending out on an infinite corridor.
Thin pipes loosely run along the ceiling, and fluorescent tubes hum faintly in the background with a feigned sense of forebodingness, like something is wrong. The lot extends up and down seemingly without end, with stories upon stories stacked on top of each other for what feels like forever.
The air feels cold, the walls and floor even colder, and despite total isolation, the feeling of being watched fills the endlessness of the parking complex, with a sense of paranoia rushing through the dull and lifeless parking garage. Nobody's there, but the feeling that something’s in the distance, watching your every move, is.
The Lot was written by
Terepashi with critique from
DrasticAce,
Mystery_Machine12. and
Ferrante. The images used inside the article are in order: Empty Parking Garage by thimic