With a slow but steady stop the cab stopped. “Here you go, Crystal Bay. Although I don’t know why you want to be here, I’ve heard some strange stuff going on here, man” The man said, but Number Seven remained silent and handed the cab driver the money for the ride and drove off. Number Seven spun around taking a soft grip on the backpack, the sound of the birds in the trees all around, and the old and new buildings made the place look real.
The clouds started to darken and the sun gleamed as it neared the horizon, the red and yellow light made a reflection on that was not far. He hadn’t notice any movement around the area when he got there, he must have been standing there for at least five minutes.
Number Seven didn’t look like a tourist or a hiker. He started to walk towards the general store across the street, carrying his backpack in his right hand and the left hand was deep inside of his trench coat pocket. The door opened with a ding and closed again, Number Seven looked around the place, the smell of newly baked bread and coffee. He made his way to the counter; dropping the backpack on the ground he placed both of his hands on the wooded counter.
“Hello?” Number Seven said as he took a quick glance at his surroundings to see if he could see anything. The place looked more and more like a ghost town than he thought. “I see that the disappearances have made the people pick up and leave.” He said as he looked out the window seeing signs all over the place that said ‘For Sale’ or ‘Out of Business’
“That’s exactly what happened.” An old voice spoke behind the counter. Number Seven’s eyes widened as he turned his head, the old woman stood there and looked deep into Number Seven’s eyes. “Why haven’t you?” He asked the old woman. “Oh, I’ve lived here all my life.” She said as she stepped from the counter and her eyes wandered somewhere else. “Ma’m?” Number Seven said with a frightening look.
The odd old woman stood there for some time but when she moved she didn’t say a word to Number Seven and walked away. He shrugged and picked up his backpack and made his way out, when he opened the door and the bell rang the old woman’s voice was heard from the back. “I wouldn’t be here if I were you.”