The nursing home lobby was completely empty.
No nurses scuttled around, no seniors played chess, there wasn’t even a secretary behind the huge, entrance facing desk. No soul to be seen.
The effect was eerie, it wasn’t late enough to justify the place being so abandoned. I admit, I was tempted to go, but I’d come to visit Grandpa.
Visit him I would.
As I wandered deeper into the complex, I heard the front door swinging shut behind me, the deadbolt falling.
Well played, Grandpa. Well played.
Clutching my axe closer to my chest, swallowing my fear, I pushed forward.