(Complete)
(Really old work, will contain inconsistencies and errors)
(Work Dated: April 2018)
An old factory stands tall and alone in a barren field. A sprawling family manor was recently renovated into an international hotel. With its quaint stree...
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"Are we there yet?"
"No, Mr.Benetto, it will be another fifteen minutes according to the GPS."
"You've been saying that from Saultaire, where is this place anyway?"
Neil reclined in his seat to look through the open window. The heat had been growing unbearable since they left Saultaire. It had been the last city before their destination and as if on cue, the landscapes had drastically changed en route. What had been tall skyscrapers and traffic filled streets, now gave way to alpine pastures and picturesque glades. An occasional cow grazed across the green grass, and an occasional farmer drove his tractor across his field.
The car was packed, the atmosphere humid and one of his company's directors in the passenger seat was becoming cranky. His two co-workers sitting beside him were busy trying to swat a stray fly, which looked as if it enjoyed being a menace.
The fly landed on his hand after destroying their peace. He lifted the little insect par to his eyes to get a better look. The insect sponged the back of his hand and rubbed its globular head clean with two forelimbs. Its body was an iridescent display of violets, greens and blues. The fly was a bluebottle, which explained the size and the irritating buzz. Neil gently thrust his hand out and shook it off. Far away, in the horizon before them, they could see a tall mountain range. The grey sky promised a very welcome rain on a very hot day.
Neil realized that they had been in the car for two hours since Saultaire, and he could barely feel his legs.
"Mr. Haufer?"
Neil leaned forward and responded with newfound energy, "Yes, Mr. Benetto."
"Have you ever seen an abandoned factory before?"
His brows furrowed as he replied, "Why, no."
Mr. Benetto said, "I haven't either and I'm told that they are quite good nightmare fuel. Add the rumors. . ."
Neil sideswiped a bead of sweat off his dark forehead. "I'm not a huge fan of creepy, old, abandoned buildings either, Mr. Benetto, but they wouldn't possibly sell us someplace dangerous."
"Still Neil, we can't blindly trust them and I'm not sure why Ms. Nathan wanted to buy this thing either. The factory was abandoned for a reason."
Covering his neck, Neil replied, "Maybe you're overthinking this, Mr. Benetto, I'm sure Ms Nathan knows what she's doing."
