Journey Through My Subconscious | Short Story ✔

VII

In the middle of the field is a red brick building surrounded by fog. It's run down. The windows have been boarded up. It's dark inside. The front porch looks like it will give way if I stand on it. The door is hanging off the hinges. It creaks in the wind. The brick is faded and ugly. It crumbles before me in the light breeze. It doesn't look inviting. But curiosity gets the better of me. I enter.