This photo inspired a supernatural element today. This feels more like a middle of beginning of a story, so I’m not sure how to categorize it. Join me at the museum.
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Nick limped up the stairs and leaned on the railing. His insides threatened to hurl, his body dripping with sweat underneath his sweater. He noticed a trail of blood, but from where he did not know.
“I can’t. I don’t want to,” he said, looking at Maureen who was gallantly curving around the staircase.
His words crushed her. “Don’t you hear the party? We’re missing it. I need this. We need this.” She didn’t wait for a response.
There was silence at the top, and no sign of any party nor of Maureen. He only saw a door with a padlock.