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.
Jasmine looked back but didn’t see who touched her; she was sure somebody placed a firm grip on her shoulder. She watched the bakery to see if somebody would approach, but nobody ever did.
She turned back to continue forcing the door open, but froze when she saw something waiting on the other side of the door. Just outside the bakery was a wave of black silhouettes, each one ranging in different sizes and heights. None of them had distinct details to tell them apart.
Jasmine felt her heartbeat picking up as she watched the silhouettes reach out to her.
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