The Overnight

The bookstore’s shelves are put in order every night, but every morning books are found all over the floor, damaged beyond repair. The store’s computers keep acting up, and even when the machines are off, they emit a spectral gray light.

To pass a company inspection, the manager musters his staff for an overnight inventory. The doors are locked, sealing the staff inside.

The damp, grey, silent things that have been lurking in the basement and hiding in the fog may move slowly, but they are inexorable. This bookstore is the doorway to a hell unlike any other.