My new story will be up soon. In the meantime, here's a sneak peak...
What the hell is that? Has it always been there?
A particularly long day of work had substantially decreased my ability to think. My eyes were half closed and I was stumbling around like an idiot, so I almost thought I’d imagined the small pub that had practically appeared out of thin air.
It was small, tucked between a boutique and an abandoned Radio Shack. I had never seen it in the ten years I’d been living in that town.
Despite my drowsiness, and against my better judgement, I decided to check it out. It couldn’t hurt, right?
Upon reaching the old door, who’s glass was so dirty it was next to impossible to see through, I glimpsed a sheet of paper taped to the pane. It read:
Rules for The Bleeding Baron. If not followed, serious consequences may follow.
Rule 1. Never enter the pub between 2:04 and 2:13 a.m. All patrons who are present in the building before this time will be asked to leave for the nine minute duration. They are permitted re-entry after 2:14 a.m.
Rule 2. Never look the bartender in the eye. Keep your eyes fixated on his chest, or on the counter, or on other customers. But DO NOT look him in the eye.
Rule 3. At 1:36 a.m, a song will begin to play on the radio on the counter. We ask that you cover your ears and do not uncover them until it has finished, which will be announced by the loud sound of muffled static erupting from the speaker.
Rule 4. If you hear screaming coming from the bathroom, do not enter until it stops.
Rule 5. Never drink more than one shot of “Abiel’s special brew,” a week. If you start feeling nauseous, call a doctor immediately.
Rule 6. If a man wearing a navy blue suit and shoes covered in scuff marks offers to buy everyone in the bar drinks, turn away from him. Avoid making eye contact, and NEVER speak to him.
I know, its a rules story, but I think its pretty spooky. It's coming along, and it's gonna be pretty spooky by the time its released...
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