It was a rainy Tuesday, so I didn't expect the club to be very busy. On the way to work, I stopped by a local coffee shop so I wouldn't crash halfway through my shift. Who knew caffeine would become my vice?
I pulled into the parking lot of the club and realized I was about ten minutes early. I stepped outside for fresh air and a quick smoke. Out of my peripheral vision, I saw movement behind one of the trees.
Assuming it was a deer I threw and stomped out the cigarette bud and continued. There I saw one of the bouncers taking a smoke break. With a quick nod and hello I went into the club.
The magnetic surroundings used to amuse me with all the colored lights and tempting music. The longer I have worked here, the more I begin to notice the smell of sweat and must that surrounded the lounge. The lingering smell of stale cigarettes and dust clung to my skin. The vibrato of sensual melodies and fuzzy pink lights made me want to crawl deep into the forest far from civilization.
Walking with a purpose I moved to clock in. I saw some drunk mosey his way out the door, but before he opened it, he stared at me. It was one of those blank, ominous stares that seemed to go on for miles. He slowly turned his back to me and walked out the door.
How strange are these mountain people? I mean I'm not paranoid but these hill sure do have eyes.
Other than the strange gaze of that man, the night moved on pretty uneventfully.
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𝐀 𝐋𝐮𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝
Mystery / ThrillerLloyd's extremely mundane life slowly gets becomes destined for the worst when a lurking figure disturbs his closing shift a local night club. Nothing can prepare Lloyd when he stumbles upon a blood bath of mangled roadkill. Hoping to escape this n...
