I found myself on unfamiliar dirt roads leading to old abandoned farms. Rotten barns fallen in on themselves, grain bins corroded beyond repair, and old rusted farm equipment scattered the side of the road barely visible in the fog. "This gives me the creeps," I think to myself. I realize I am completely lost and have no hope of finding my destination. I look at the time realizing I've wasted most of the morning searching for this shop. I was near the point of giving up when I spotted a house with a light on. I'd ask for directions and maybe find the shop. When I arrived I found an old building in slight disrepair. I couldn't put my finger on it but something was off about the building and its surrounding farm yard. I felt an uneasy feeling as I approached the door. Fear started to creep into the back of my mind as I reached for the door. I paused for a moment and thought about how absurd my fear was. I took a breath and then opened the door. The foul odor of cigarette smoke greeted my nostrils as I entered the building. A slow dripping noise was echoing as I walked slowly into this aged building.
"Hello?"
I waited.
........
I turned to walk out of this empty house when I saw the wall the door was attached to.
No /\/ () /\¡○ ^/ {}
"No" was written over and over and there was a steady decrease in quality as if desperation or madness consumed the author.
A chill ran up my spine as I froze for a second looking at the wall. There was something else, maybe a map.
|------------/
A. | /
□_____| / ------------_____B.
"I'm lost, so maybe I could just see where that takes me assuming A is where I am"
I drove for maybe an additional 30 minutes. It was hard to make out but I saw the sigh in the ditch. "Poor man's chopping block"
"I am here"
