2. Mary Li’s Bed and Breakfast
The clock on the radio had just changed to 1:30 a.m. I’d officially been sitting in my car for ten minutes trying to figure out what was wrong with my GPS. I tried using the web browser to look up my location but the same results appeared. This part of the map was unmarked and empty, but clearly it wasn’t. There was a whole town here.
I peered out of my window to get a glimpse of the area. It looked like there were only three streets lined with old Victorian buildings. The shops were all closed, but I could see a grocery store, a hardware store, and a post office. The only structure that didn’t seem over a century old was the gas station I’d parked at—which was little more than two pumps and a shack.
Watching me through the only window of the building was a man with the same grumpy and squished face as a bulldog. From his expression, I figured he was irritated that I was just sitting in my car instead of getting gas and leaving. He’d been staring at me since I pulled in. I don’t even think he blinked. He was starting to give me the creeps.