Broken glass crunched under her footsteps, and a smell of dampened wood stirred about as they made their way blindly to the back.
“You’ve been here before?” Carlie asked, holding onto his hand as he led her through.
“Ya.”
“How is that, if you’ve just moved here?”
“I kind of like to look for these sorts of places.”
“Rotting buildings in the outskirts of town? Are you some sort of psychopath killer? Am I completely screwed?”
“Pretty much. Except for the psychopath killer part. Okay, here we go.”
He began climbing tight spiral stairs, Carlie right behind, a metallic echo ringing out from their steps.
🖤 The Nirvana Threads, a magical realism romance coming this summer 🖤
Rachel Tremblay 