He Stood Petrified

Silky

Petrify

Microwave

Simon entered the deserted room and it felt like he was being cooked in a microwave. He checked the worn map in his hands, this was the place. Looking around the once opulent surroundings, now tattered silky curtains covered in dirt lined the walls and a thick layer of dust covered every surface. Simon heard a creaking noise as if someone were walking above him, then a moment later the same footsteps coming from behind. As an icy cold hand came to rest on his shoulders, he stood petrified.