Phantom Wash

Inside an old warehouse now repurposed as a car steam cleaning station, you begin your night shift as usual. Flickering neon lights on the ceiling illuminate the large room filled with hoses, buckets, and steam rising from the wet floor. The raspy hum of the dryer blends with the trickling sound of water, filling the quiet night. As more cars arrive, strange signs begin to appear: knocking sounds from within the trunks, steam forming the shape of faces, and shadows moving in the reflection of the glass. This tightly sealed warehouse is slowly turning into a trap.