The bus skidded to a screeching halt.

"Your stop, ma'am." the bus driver said respectfully with a nod at her.

Jena stood up from the creaky seat behind him and flicked a nickel into an extended palm. (Nobody required much when it came to driving to abandoned places anymore.) She left the bus and stopped and stared.

The driver slammed on the gas and drove away like an old man on the interstate.

The sight before her was something out of a horror movie. Moss covered practically every surface, vines entangled themselves with empty clothes lines and crawled out of half-open windows.

Not a single person would in their right mind would go into a nightmare town like this. But Jena wasn't a single person. She took a deep breath, gathered her senses, and walked right into it.

A tale that she would live to tell, but die regretting.