“The only residents remaining in the small town of Miners Hill are spirits.” The woman behind the counter spoke softly, and Mica leaned forward to hear.
“Is that supposed to scare us?” Rock rang the dome-shaped bell. It echoed throughout the empty lobby.
“Haven’t you noticed the deserted streets? The constant whisper all over town, but no wind?”
“Look, lady, we just need a room.”
“It’s our honeymoon,” Mica added.
“Really? And you chose this place?”
“She wanted a cross-country trip. See all the places nobody’s ever heard of.” Rock shrugged. “This was on the map.”
“Still? After all these years?” The woman’s fingers felt like the tips of feathers as she dropped a pair of rusted keys into Mica’s hand. The keys were ice cold, and the chill shot up Mica’s arm.
“How much?” Rock asked.
“A wedding gift. Enjoy your stay.” She turned and walked into the office. Her white hair and pastel colored clothing were gone before the door closed.
word count: 150
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