Husk was cleaning the bar, wiping it down and placing everything where it belonged. The thunder was cracking outside and lightening occasionally lit up the dimly lit bar. He grunted at the sound. Husk was the owner of this bar, he had sent his employees home an hour ago due to the bad storm, not wanting them to get harmed. He took on all the chores of closing down for the night, like he did almost every night. The man sighed as he glanced at the calendar, 1947, December 21st. It had been cold and rainy all week and it just seems to get progressively worst.

The bartender looked to the clock next, 5 minutes before closing. He was just going to lock the door early since no one in their right mind would come to a bar in this situation. The man got up and started to walk to the door when suddenly the door burst open and a drenched, frightened person came running in, slamming the door shut behind them.

“What the hell?” Husk grumbled as he stepped back, startled by the random person. “We close in five minutes, if you think you’re getting a drink, you’re wrong!” He said grumpily but he slowly calmed down when he realized that the person was rather startled and scared. Something was wrong. “Wait- is… is everything okay?” He asked as he stepped closer.