The Office of Terror

The most terrifying horror films aren't set in haunted houses. They're in places

we spend forty hours a week: The Office of Terror. It transforms mundane

corporate dread into pure nightmare fuel. Picture lights that flicker with malicious intent,

a coffee machine that gurgles like it's possessed, and filing cabinets creaking open on

their own. The genius is in the exaggeration. Office workers don't just notice these

things, they spiral into absolute panic. Someone screams at a stapler.

Another person barricades themselves from a ringing phone. It's satire disguised as horror,

exposing corporate environments as psychological torture. We're not scared of the objects; we're scared because