There’s an abandoned sanitarium near my neighborhood. Not in my neighborhood, but near it. I go there to relax.
It isn’t haunted, possessed, or any of the outdated tropes you’d associate with such places, it’s just a building. Abandoned during the seventies, in remarkably good repair considering it’s age, and utterly forgotten by the people who live nearby.
It’s where I keep the people I take from the side of the highway. I visit them, for as long as they last, and when they’re done I find a place to bury them.
You’ll see for yourself, we’re almost there now…
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Ack! I was so distracted by the sanitarium, I didn't see it coming :)
ReplyDeleteNicely twisted! Great little drabble!
ReplyDeleteI like the unspoken, but implied horrors of what may be found there. This short story does a good job of setting the reader's imagination delving into dark places.
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