It’s a long and stormy night, and your phone is dead (but you're pretty sure no Shia LaBeoufs are going to ambush you this time). You’ve been driving on a farm road for hours, and frankly everything is starting to blur together.
There’s no one else on the road, and every single corn field that flies by your peripheral vision looks the same to you. At this point you’re not even entirely sure if the signs have anything on them anymore.
You think back: you promised someone you’d be home the next morning. The more you drive, though, morning seems further and further away.
Suddenly, a lifeline appears. Some lights. Your resolve to keep driving picks up ever so slightly, knowing that there's a sign of life near the end of this path.
A house appears over the horizon, and you speed towards it. Your car is running low on gas, but you manage to pull up close enough to see the rickety sign before your car gives and putters out.
The house itself looks worse for wear, and surely over a hundred years old. The name of the house has long been lost by the sands of time (conveniently, you might add). But the house seems lit, with every window gleaming… Someone has to be there.
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