B&B

The lonely porch stretched across the front of the house. The 150 year old screen door of the b&b creaked and then gave an echoing bang behind him. He looked around the dark room and saw no sign of life. He strolled over to a small counter in the far corner of the room and found no bell or button for service. He gave a little grunt and then an unsure, weak tap. A look of disbelief was on his face when Pintu stepped around the corner. The time of reckoning had come. Pintu leapt for him, consumed in rage.