Holiday Village

 

“You’re going to love this little town!” her friend told her. “It’s so much fun!”

They found a parking spot, which was difficult because most of them were full.

Walking down the street, she asked, “Where are the people from these cars?” since the sidewalks were deserted.

The candle shop had a fine selection of candles and incense and ghosty/witchy things even though it was the end of November.

The tiny bookstore had one aisle. All horror books.

The bar was empty. No customers. No bartender. But the door had been open.

“Fun” she said, as the ravens closed in.