This actually reminds me of a place I stopped in while driving from Bucks County to Erie in Pennsylvania.
It was a hotel up on top of a hill, with a little diner across the parking lot. There were very few cars besides mine, which I thought was odd since it was the middle of the day.
I went into the diner and ordered a coffee, just to refuel for the next leg of the trip, and…out of nowhere, I got really nervous. The place was too quiet. No patron chatter, no waitstaff talking to each other, not even kitchen noise. The piped-in music was very faint, and it kept fading in and out.
I asked for my check, making up some excuse that I had just realized I was running later than I thought. The server, a young woman with really bright blue eyes, tried to convince me to stick around “just a little longer,” maybe order an entree, or some dessert. “Try the cherry pie, it’s homemade, and it’s really good!” When I politely refused, she frowned and disappeared into the back for my bill.
Ten minutes later, with no sign of her (or any other staff), I left cash on the table and booked it out of there. I didn’t feel right again until I was a good ten miles down the road.
On my way back, I looked for the exit again, just to convince myself that I’d been scaring myself. No exit, no signs for the hotel, no nothing. Thinking about it, I couldn’t even remember the name of the hotel, or the diner. I haven’t been back that way since.
I’m still not convinced that I didn’t wander into some sort of weird slip-space or something. I’m just glad I left when I did. And that I didn’t order the pie.
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