Scary+story

A withered old man hobble down the dark street, underneath weak yellow street lamps, pulling his muddy brown great coat closer to his skeletal frame. He reached a run down little B&B and brought out a great big rusty brown key which he slotted with difficulty into a slot just above his head height. He unlocked the door and looked around shiftily yet oddly lovingly. "It's quiet here, too quiet." He muttered to himself before he felt the knife slip in between his ribs and the world turned to darkness.