“The Haunted Walmart…” his voice trailed off, and my blood ran cold.
Everyone in the town had heard the story of that place. It was an abandoned Walmart left to rot on the outskirts of the city. It was a real place, and I had heard ghost stories about it every year since I was a child. Every disappearance or tragedy had been blamed on the place. It was said to be “bad luck,” but I chalked most of that up to silly small-town superstition.
