The Bar at the Edge of Nowhere
When Mia first found the abandoned shipping container, she saw more than just rusted metal. She saw potential. With months of hard work, she transformed it into the most stylish bar in town—warm wood interiors, hanging lights, and a rooftop lounge overlooking the park. A hidden gem. 🍹✨
But on opening night, as the guests laughed and clinked glasses, an older man stepped inside. His face was lined with age, his eyes shadowed with something unreadable.
“You brought it back to life,” he murmured, running a hand over the wooden bar. “Do you know what this place was before?”
Mia shook her head, suddenly uneasy.
The man exhaled, as if debating whether to tell her. “Years ago, before they sealed it up, this wasn’t a bar. It was a hideout. People disappeared from here.”
She laughed nervously. “You’re joking, right?”
The man didn’t smile. “They never found their way out.”
The words unsettled her, but she brushed them off—until she started closing for the night. As she locked up, the bar felt… different. The air inside was heavier, charged with something unseen.
And then, she heard it.
A faint tapping.
Coming from inside the walls.
