The road was long and windy, wheels bumping into every little stone on the seemingly stony road. Listening to the pebbles bounce into the metal of the bus and the heavy rain poring over the roof. Like being attacked from both sides.

Closing your eyes you focused on those outside noises mixing in with the music in your headphones since there wasn't a lot to do. Instead you thought about the past and what lead you to this bus ride.

You thought about your life before this; how you never ran for your life and live day by day.

Wanting to stay alive no matter what, even if you have to run from home. Hatred filled you as you thought about how your parents wouldn't let you do things and how they coddled you like a child.

You tried to stop that train of thought before it would remind you of other things.

Feeling the bus suddenly stop you looked up from your daydream to see the driver getting up and walking towards you through the tight hall between seats, informing you that this was your stop.

You asked him before the trip to tell you which stop was yours since you didn't know how to pronounce the name of the village. This is because you where not in a country you've visited before, you where in Romania.

Thanking him you got your luggage which consists of one backpack and made your way off the bus. After you got off, the bus raced out of there like a pack of wolves was chasing after it, causing you to watch it speed into the distance.

Looking back to the little village you see that it looks like it's stuck two centuries in the past. Old buildings that appeared uninhabited but they where. You walked deeper into the village, looking around in awe at the dank dark building as you looked for where to go but the fog was too thick.

You originally came across this place from a newspaper in Transylvania talking about the beautiful rural areas of the country, talking about how haunted this place looked. Great for you since you find places like this exciting and interesting, the thing that made you dead set on coming was the photos of the beautiful castle.

Unfortunately the fog was so thick you couldn't see it.

Suddenly you accidentally bumped into an old lady, she was hunched over, draped in dark clothing and held onto a massive tree branch she used as a walking stick, "I'm sorry Ma'am, are you okay?"

The elderly lady just giggled at your sudden worry and told you to watch where you where going, now looking at you she quickly pulled on your shirt to look at you closer. She whispered something to you as she stared deep into your eyes, "Have we met before?"

You shook your head, recalling no memory of this lady. She let go after a bit more staring into your E/C eyes and inquired about why you where here.

Explaining that you where a tourist and just looking for an Inn of some sort; she informed you that there's no Inn but she did offer a place to stay. Taking up the offer she slowly took you to a house near the outskirts of the tiny town, in the tiny house she lead you to a small room. In the room there was four things: a bed, a tiny chest of draws across from the bed, an even tiny bedside table and a large window which gives you a vivid view at an abandoned factory.

"How long will you be staying here?" The old lady asked, staring at your lack of luggage that you slinged off your back and onto the small bed and replied jovially, "When you kick me out."

The old lady rolled her eyes and stated something that took you aback a bit, "Your running from something."

You could feel the air around you getting thinner as you tried to think of something to say but just stuttered: "H-how did you know?"

"Most foreigners who claim to be 'tourists' always bring suitcases and cameras, you on the other hand..." The lady tailed off in thought for a moment. She at least got one thing right but at least she didn't know about the camera in your bag.

She just turned around and left you in the room, telling you if you needed anything then just look for her. You nodded as she closed the door and before it closed you said thank you. She stopped closing it at your words and then decided to finish her action by shutting it.

Sitting there in silence as you think the lady is still behind the door and waited until you hear footsteps, after a while you finally hear her leave and you quietly sighed as you pulled out your camera and took a picture of the old factory from the window and making sure to have the window frame in view. Taking the picture the camera vomited a piece of paper where the picture would be developing on. You shook the piece of card as the image developed, then placing it on top of the chest of drawers as you waited for the photo to fully develop.

While waiting you took of your shoes and layed on top of the little bed, wandering why that old lady thought she knew you, you sighed and closed your eyes. Relaxation taking hold of you as you remembered London, specifically the bridge next to Big Ben. The sound of traffic as the air whizzed passed you and the cold crispness of the air filled your lungs, allowing you feel like you where there.

When you finally opened your eyes you where back in the small house, getting off the bed you looked out to the factory so see the sky was fading from gorgeous oranges pinks and reds into gentle dark blues and blacks. You must've fallen asleep while thinking of 'home. Thinking about 'home' always tires you out.

While looking at the factory more you can see someone's there, watching you from the great distance. You couldn't work out their features but all you can see is they're wearing a trenchcoat, round glasses and a top hat shaped hat.

Startled you noticed the curtains that draped either side of the window and without hesitation you shut them, blocking out the view of the factory.

Quickly you turned on your heals and headed for the dresser where the now developed picture lied, you snatched it up and took it over to your bed. From the front pocket of your bag you pulled out a small magnifying glass and scanned the picture you took hours before to see if the figure was there. Thankfully it wasn't there.

Sighing in relief as that the figure hasn't been watching you for hours, you hated when people watched you especially when you where asleep. But then the hairs on your neck as you thought about how the figure was already watching you when you looked out the window.

You decided to look out the window again but only from a tiny crack in the curtains and... Nothing. You looked out and it wasn't there anymore, that calmed down your anxiety and you just deducted it to being a part of your imagination.

Since it was sunset you decided to fall asleep on the bed, still tired from waking up just moments ago you put the magnifying glass and the photo back into your bag and placed it on the floor. You crawled under the sheets of the bed and feel into a deep dreamless sleep.