It was a frosty evening, near the end of December. Night had fallen, and so I decided to take a walk. A walk of which was cold and lonely. A walk on which strange things were seen and heard. A walk during the witching hour.
It was cold and dark. I had to find shelter. I saw an abandoned restaurant and thought that that'd be a nice place to wait out the storm at. Little did I know that I wouldn't be allowed to leave. Ever.