[Appalachia]

As I walk toward the building I can’t help but wish I had on warmer clothing. The place looks long since abandoned, no hope of warmth. I keep a steady pace but I can’t keep my eyes from darting from side to side, scanning the trees in search of any danger. I’m sure whatever was behind me earlier was just a trick, but it’s hard not to imagine something horrible coming to get me in a place like this.
As I get closer to the building I can make out more detail. Broken glass, dead lawn, and something black on one of the windows. Moving closer I can see that at one time something had been written here, but the breaks in the glass have carried away pieces and it’s hard to read.

Peering inside I can see a large room, a table scattered with a few papers. I move to the door and push, a little surprised when it swings open.