You’ve been driving all night

down an endless Ontario highway.

The coffee’s long since worn off. You haven’t seen another living soul in hours. You’re practically laughing with delirium. The outline of a small town looms on the horizon. Perhaps it’s a sanctuary for a weary traveler. It beckons to you. Lulling you towards it. The closer you get, the more you feel it. The chill. The stillness. But more than anything, the darkness. It begins to surround you, like it can see every bad thought you’ve ever had. Uneasy, you feel maybe you shouldn’t stop after all. A cruel wind seems to be whispering “You’re home.”

And then you see the sign.