I still can’t explain how I got there, but initially It was supposed to be a shortcut just a quiet path through the outskirts of town But the road stretched longer than I expectednand before I knew it the sun had dipped below the horizon, My phone was dead and I was too stubborn to turn back maybe because I have gone a long way, Then I saw it, A smal dimly lit clinic stood at the end of the path its red cross flickering like a dying ember I hesitated There were no other buildings around no streetlights, no sign of life Just this clinic standing still, at first Something felt off, but curiosity got the better of me, The moment I stepped inside a cold gust of air wrapped around me The waiting area was neat too neat White walls, polished floors, rows of chairs perfectly arranged A soft beeping sound echoed from somewhere deeper in the building but there were no nurse not even a patient But I still summon courage and move toward the reception desk, and that’s when I saw her A woman in a crisp white coat sat behind the counter, hands folded, staring at me with an unsettling smile “We’ve been expecting you,” she said. Her voice was calm, almost rehearsed. My skin prickled I think I’m lost I said quickly already stepping backward, But the doors the same ones I had just walked through were gone Not closed like Gone And the patients the ones I thought were statues were now standing watching, That was when I realized I wasn’t supposed to find this place, And now I might never leave again.