Gray
The tires of my car made a screeching sound against the asphalt of the eerily dark and quiet road when I matched my brakes abruptly. The chirping of crickets tainted the air from the woods that was not so far away from here. I turned off the ignition and helped myself out of the car, slamming the door shut.
The old, abandoned warehouse reminded me of a creepy mansion, etched on the outskirts of town and overly close to the woods. The darkness that loomed around the almost dilapidated building with old graffiti that was beginning to peel off the walls, morphing into seemingly sinister paintings, oozed off it in terrific waves and it appeared as if something was lurking right in the shadows, waiting for the perfect time to crawl out.
A dark, muscular figure emerged from somewhere in
