Nightshift 35: Stairwell by Waiting Room/Lobby 2
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Tony found something just a bit unnerving about the jagged, darting shadows cast by the beam of his flashlight as he made his way up the stairs. They were made erratic by the bounce of the beam, in time with his steps, and more than once he caught himself tracking one, with the vague expectation of seeing something dart out of it. It was the atmosphere of the place, he knew, and there was no more likely to be something lurking in the stairwell than there had been earlier in the night's trek.
And no less likely, either. He wondered if that was half the point, to drive people nuts with jumping at shadows while they waited for some sort of trouble, animal, mineral or vegetable-that-ate-New-York, to make itself known.
Tony found something just a bit unnerving about the jagged, darting shadows cast by the beam of his flashlight as he made his way up the stairs. They were made erratic by the bounce of the beam, in time with his steps, and more than once he caught himself tracking one, with the vague expectation of seeing something dart out of it. It was the atmosphere of the place, he knew, and there was no more likely to be something lurking in the stairwell than there had been earlier in the night's trek.
And no less likely, either. He wondered if that was half the point, to drive people nuts with jumping at shadows while they waited for some sort of trouble, animal, mineral or vegetable-that-ate-New-York, to make itself known.