@Nine Sometimes its a small supermarket, all fluorescent lights and branded boxes and tins. The words on the packaging can’t be read by human eyes.
Don’t open the till.
Others days it’s filled with antiques and collectibles. Seemingly endless rooms filled with curiosity’s, you could just keep walking, and walking and...
But mostly it’s a house. A rather ordinary detached house in need of perhaps a lick of paint. No one ever knows how it got there, it’s always been there surely?
Short story I guess?
@Nine ah thanks! I rather enjoy short story writing I’ve realised :}