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 silhouettes crept into the bakery, Jasmine rushing behind the counter to widen the gap. The silhouettes moves without restrictions, floating with ease towards their target.
Seeing that they were coming for her, Jasmine ducked into the kitchen. Various kitchen appliances and utensils were covered in thick layers of rust, aged from lack of care and use.
“Christ, what’s wrong with this town?” Jasmine shouted as she searched for an exit. No matter where she looked there was no other way out. She looked at the kitchen doorway and knew it was over.
The silhouettes began flooding into the kitchen.
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