"Okay." The old woman looked unsure for a few seconds then explained, "there is an inn just a mile away."
The girl looked at her watch to check the time, but when she lifted her head to thank the old lady, she had gone; disappeared into the ominous mist. When she arrived at the inn, she was shocked to find it looking isolated and in the moons alabaster light the sallow pillars seemed skeletal. She clung to the door as she rapped on it three times, diffidently at first, and then harder. The knocking echoed through the hollow inn, she imagined, from the echo that came back to her that, far away, someone was knocking on another door as if in a parallel dimension, begging for escape. The solid oak door earily opened to greet the small old lady she had seen a mile back. The girl pondered about what was going on as she stepped in. The cobwebs above the bar said no-one had used it for years and the rusty till looked hollow. Yet she didn't ask why it was so empty and ancient looking; she just followed the little old lady to her room, removed her rain soaked clothes