Selim paused. The sound hadn't come from his imagination. It had come from beneath his floorboards.
The prose was cold. It described a man waking up in a wooden box, the smell of fresh cedar filling his lungs. As Selim read, the air in his room seemed to grow heavy. The protagonist in the PDF began to scratch at the lid of the coffin, his fingernails splintering against the wood. Scritch. Scritch. Scritch. Tabut Pdf Oku
He didn't turn around. He didn't have to. He could already smell the fresh cedar. Selim paused
The lights in the apartment died. In the total darkness, the only glow came from the screen, illuminating a new line of text that hadn't been there before: The prose was cold
“Selim, look behind you. You’re overstaying your welcome in the world of the living.”