photo by Grace Wang via Unsplash

The warm lights beckoned like a beacon of hope – of a place to rest, perhaps a meal, hopefully a phone…

The inviting aroma of coffee and freshly baked cookies didn’t let him wonder about the unusualness of an unlocked door.

Until, suddenly, all the lights went out and a blood-curdling shriek pierced the stillness.

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Written in response to The Three Line Tales #285

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