There was a town that was hidden in a deep blanket of fog. Wandering travelers and tourists would be wary whenever they drove past the quiet town, hesitant to even stop to ask somebody for directions. That is, if they saw one of the residence walking about through the town.
Everybody who lived there never uttered a word, not even to relatives and friends nearby. Shops would always be open with nobody watching the registers. Children’s toys littered the empty playground, waiting to be played with. Even the town square was barren during the holiday season.
Silence was everywhere, only giving way when bells rang at dusk and when the crows took off for the night.
It was as if the town was inhabited by ghosts.
The bell echoed through the bakery, bouncing back off the small, poster-covered walls.
Jasmine rang the bell again when nobody came to greet her. “Hello? Anybody there?”
After another minute of no response Jasmine turned around to leave. She went to push the door open, but the door somehow locked itself. She added force behind her pushing, but the door wouldn’t move. Her frustration began rising; she started shoulder tackling the door.
In the middle of her trying to escape the bakery, footsteps slowly came from the back of the bakery. A cold hand reached out and touched Jasmine’s shoulder.
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